In the next two days, Ethan kept seizing every chance possible to touch Olivia.

On the fifth day, she was making a meal in the kitchen while wearing an apron. The kitchen hood whirred.

Without her realizing it, he hugged her from the back. It caught her off-guard, making her wonder what he was up to again.

"What are you doing?" She turned the stove off and moved the food to the plate. The food smelled good.

"Nothing, I just wanted to hug you." Ethan simply couldn't step away from her for a second.

Olivia was rendered speechless, wondering, "Did I add something weird to the food? He's acting weird these days."

He hugged her from the beg, acting cute like a little kid. "I'm just regretting how I didn't appreciate you when you're such a lovely person."

She snorted angrily.

"Yes, I had this coming. This is my punishment."

"Enough, wash your hands. Let's eat."

Their time together was coming to an end. The number of meals she would make for him could be counted with two hands.

Still, Ethan