She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, making her way to the door of the study. Through the door, she could hear Ethan's phone conversation. Olivia hesitated, unsure of what she should say once she entered.
What would Ethan think of her? Did he still believe she had feelings for him, or that she would even make advances towards him? Olivia dismissed those thoughts. Ethan was almost thirty years old, not three. He was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.
Olivia sighed and decided to turn back, heading back to the bedroom. She had noticed that both Ethan and the housekeeper were overly concerned, but she didn't want to create any misunderstandings.
Since the miscarriage, Olivia's body had become weak. She lay on the bed and fell into a daze, eventually drifting off to sl
