chapter 74

Chapter 74

With steely determination, Olivia jumped off the seventh floor to sever her ties to Ethan.

Unexpectedly, Ethan quickly kicked against the ledge to launch himself into the air and fell beside her. Her eyes widened at the sight.

She wondered, "Is he insane?"

Among the flurry of snowflakes, she locked eyes with him. Glaring, he threw himself at her with all his might like a net.

She had always failed to escape him, like a moth drawn to a flame.

But the flames burned her, and she regretted getting close. Ethan would not stop even after he shattered her heart. He would continue to torment and oppress her.

Ethan hugged her tight, and the two intertwined bodies descended from the air at great speed.

On the ground, Kelvin quickly moved a few inflatable cushions from a nearby event with the help of the bodyguards, and they managed to set it up at the last minute. With a loud thud, Ethan and Olivia crashed into the inflatable cushions before rolling onto the ground.

The cushions buffered their fall, and they were free from any injuries. Seeing that, Brent let out a relieved sigh from the seventh floor. He felt thankful that he came prepared and thus averted a tragedy.

Meanwhile, Kelvin and the bodyguards were flabbergasted. They couldn't bear the responsibility if something had happened to Ethan.

Ethan rolled off the cushion and hit the floor hard. Despite frowning from the pain, he never made a sound. He hugged Olivia tightly in his arms to protect her from getting hurt.

Even so, the first thing she did when she climbed up was to slap him across the face. "Ethan Miller! How dare you take away my right to die? I thought you hated me. You should be happy to see me dead!"

Ignoring the pain from his back, he grabbed her tiny wrist with raging eyes.

Like a provoked beast, he growled, "Because death is an escape! I want you to live out the rest of your life in shame and hopelessness to make up for my sister's death!"

She sniffled and felt chills spread across her body. Perhaps it was from the outdoor temperature or Ethan's cruelty.

In no time, he stood up and towered over her. Even the dim light from the street lamp failed to add warmth to his visage. His tensed jaw and features that were a blur in the snow flurry made him appear grimmer. There was a certain regal air about him that made her feel like a peasant at his feet.

Panic set in as she felt that she was not in control anymore. Given the disparity between their status and power, and the fact that she had provoked him earlier, he might give her a harder time from now on.

The hem of his coat fluttered in the cold winds as he lifted her chin. "Olivia Fordham, this is an exception. If you try to kill yourself again, I'll ensure the people around you will join you in the afterlife. Keith Rogers, Everly Hilton, Jeff Fordham… You name it."

He tightened his grip on her chin, almost making her cry from the pain. His gaze was cold. "Olivia Fordham, don't ever think of dying before you fully atone for your sins."

When he reached out, her first reaction was to run.