Even After Death Novel (Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller) novel Chapter 1289

Ethan could overhear the conversation.

Olivia nudged him by the arm, whispering into his ear, "Henpecked by your wife, huh?"

"I gladly take that as a compliment." He pulled her into his embrace.

His overt advances rendered her cheeks red while he was unbothered.

His fingers pinched her cheek lightly.

"Why are you still so shy? You're not a kid anymore."

Olivia had always been shy when it came to this kind of thing.

After all, they kept their relationship under the radar when they first got together. It was never disclosed publicly, so she couldn't get used to it in a short time.

Wayne, who walked out of the room, watched the couple share sweet nothings. Ethan said something that made her blush.

Wordlessly, Wayne withdrew himself from the crowd.

Alan walked up to him and lowered his voice to report.

"I tested her. She's not Ophelia."

Wayne bit a piece of cigarette, his eyes indecipherable. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I tested her in many ways, but she didn't show any reflex reaction." Alan sighed.

"I wish she was Ophelia, too. But too bad, she's not her."

A lighter clicked, burning the tip of Wayne's cigarette. He inhaled the other tip before breathing out a circle of smoke.

His voice was hoarse as a result of a white night spent. "Just where has she gone to?"

As though she had never existed in the first place, Ophelia disappeared in thin air last night.

"We'll find her. I've asked someone to seal off the hot spring."

Wayne discarded the cigarette and headed for the ballroom.

There was a seat arranged for Olivia right next to Ethan's.