Even After Death Novel (Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller) novel Chapter 1275

The sky gradually turned dark. By the time Olivia arrived, night had just fallen.

The gentle fragrance of flowers drifted in the air.

As expected, Olivia was brought to Avelia Hot Spring. A separate hot spring was arranged for Olivia.

Could it be that Wayne had truly turned over a new leaf?

Even though the scenery was beautiful, Olivia wasn't in the mood to enjoy the hot springs at all.

She looked at the guards nearby, who were keeping watch both inside and outside the area. She knew that Wayne must be entertaining the guests at the moment.

Could she succeed tonight?

After an hour or so, she sat in the yard, looking up at the starry sky as the chirping of insects reached her ears. Beside her, cherry blossom petals fluttered downward.

Many petals had fallen into the spring, and the place looked especially beautiful.

Someone knocked on the door from outside. "Dr. Ophelia, are you done with your bath?"

Olivia returned to her senses. It was Alan.

"Yes."

Olivia opened the door. "What's the matter?"

"Come with me."

He led Olivia to another path. Many trees were planted on both sides of the stone path, and they looked stunning under the dim lights.

After walking for a few minutes, Olivia paused in her tracks. She had caught sight of a large field of beautiful Moonflowers.

When the petals were closed, the flowers looked like lilies of the valley.

The flowers would bloom on moonlit nights.

When the flowers bloomed, their pale yellow petals looked like a lady's tiered skirt.

Layers were draped upon layers, and the flowers looked exceptionally beautiful as they complemented the moon in the sky.

Olivia was amazed at the large field of Moonflowers.

They looked extremely stunning under the glow of the lights and the moon.

Olivia had a shocked look on her face. "This is—"

A familiar voice rang out behind her. "The Moonflower you're looking for."

Olivia turned around to look at the man walking toward her. Unlike before, he was wearing Carathia's special clothing.

The robe was loose-fitting, and only a length of rope tied it together at the waist. It had outlined the man's strong waist and the contours of his shoulder.

His sharp features seemed to flicker among the trees. The darkness had covered him with a mysterious veil.