Jeff set down his carving knife when he saw Olivia’s troubled expression. “What’s wrong, Olivia? You don’t have to keep it to yourself. You can tell me anything.”
“Dad, we’re only living here temporarily. I’m thinking about where we should live after the kids are born.”
She wanted to say that she wanted nothing to do with Ethan anymore. But how could she get away from him with the kids in tow? Where could she even go?
Sighing, Jeff said, “Ethan told me he had bought the Fordham residence back. Maybe we could return there?”
“I’ll think about it. There’s no rush. We still have time.”
Olivia picked up the carving knife and said, “Teach me how to do it, Dad. I want to make something for the babies, too.”
“Sure. I’ll teach you.”
Mona saw this warm moment between them from afar. She took a picture of it and sent it to Ethan.
Ethan was picking out a suit at the bridal shop. He spaced out after looking at the photo Mona sent him. In the photo, Olivia was holding a carving knife with her left hand and holding a small wooden block in place.
Although she only had one good hand, she was carving the wood very seriously. Ethan enlarged the photo to its maximum size. He could even see Olivia’s eyelashes clearly.
He recalled the first time Olivia was pregnant. Her eyes twinkled like stars, and she was always so
“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl? What kind of nursery should we prepare for the baby? Should I buy dresses or suits? I have to pick out some toys too.”
Olivia would complain about how troublesome it was but would do it anyway. Even if they weren’t on the best terms then, she was still enthusiastic about the coming baby.
Eventually, Olivia picked up on Ethan’s distant behavior and stopped talking to him about things. But Ethan knew about everything she did. He knew she went to the furniture store and the baby shop alone and handpicked everything.
Olivia was like a mother bird building her nest. She carefully picked out everything that she thought was the best. She was looking forward to the future and the birth of her child. And yet Ethan treated her like trash. Right now, he wondered if she felt love for the babies but was simultaneously afraid for
Olivia was like a hurt caterpillar. She desired to transform into a butterfly but was afraid of the dangers of the outside world.
Ethan ran his fingers across his phone’s screen. It was the only way he could feel close to Olivia.
“Ethan, does this dress look nice on me? Ethan, what are you doing?”
Marina called Ethan a few times before he turned to look at her. The smile on his face had already faded.
“Yeah,” Ethan replied with an indifferent tone. The gentle gaze he had a moment ago was gone.
Marina knew how Ethan felt. But her only wish was to get married to Ethan. She couldn’t possibly ask for more.
No matter how much Ethan loved Olivia, their relationship was over. Marina knew she was the only one who could become Ethan’s wife, so she feigned ignorance.
Marina said with a warm smile, “I brought your suit over too. You should try it out.”
Ethan pulled his legs back and replied coldly, “No need. We’ve measured the size multiple times. It must be right.”
His expression was stern like he was at work. He didn’t look like someone about to be married.
“Give it a try since we’re already here. It won’t take long,” Marina said in a soft tone.
Ethan got up impatiently and said, “Fine, I’ll try it.”
He walked to the men’s dressing room with long strides.
He took big strides over. As he passed through the corridor, his attention was drawn to a fishtail wedding dress on display.
He froze in his tracks and turned to look at the dress. Then, he pressed his hand on the glass. Olivia’s face flashed in his mind. Back then, she had said, “Ethan, you still owe me a wedding.”