Three Year To Love (Emma Johnson and Ethan Carter)

"I don't know when I lost my patience with Olivia." Ethan thought to himself, in the past, when he saw Olivia with tears in her eyes, she was so aggravated that he couldn't restrain his heartache, but now, he just wanted to turn a blind eye to it. "She made a move on you?" He raised an eyebrow, a hint of questioning in his gaze.

"It's not really Emma's fault, it's my fault for meddling. I think Emma was just irritated, and accidentally pushed me." Olivia lowered her eyes and said miserably. She was like a wolf in sheep's clothing, trying to put on an aggrieved face in front of Ethan, and she secretly thought that her acting skills were good enough to deceive Ethan, but she didn't know that what she did to Emma, Ethan knew it very well in his heart, but he just didn't break the window.

"Don't mind your own business in the future, just keep to yourself." Ethan swept a glance at her indifferently and said lightly.

Olivia froze for a moment when she saw Ethan's reaction, and she felt dissatisfied with Ethan's coldness. In the past, even if she had suffered some grievances, he would not hesitate to stand up for her, no matter who the other party was, he would never be merciful, but now he seemed to be indifferent.

Her eyes filled with tears again, "Ethan, do you not like me anymore?" Olivia bites her lip gently, looking at him hurt, sobbing softly.

"No, you're overthinking it. I've got a meeting later, you're on your own." His face softened a little, looking at Olivia, he said with a random excuse.

"Ethan, wait, there's something else I want to discuss with you. We've been together for so many years, why don't we just pick a good day and get married, okay?" Olivia wiped the tears on her face, her eyes were bright, gazing at him expectantly, desperately hoping that Ethan would say yes.

She had been with Ethan for many years, but had never been able to make it work, and had thought that after he divorced Emma, she would be able to marry him and become his wife, but Mr. Carter Sr. had repeatedly prevented it. However, Mr. Carter Sr. hast repeatedly prevented her from doing so. Now, with Emma's sudden return, Ethan's attitude has taken a turn for the worse, and Olivia's sense of security is rapidly

Three Years to Love

"Ethan, wait, there's something else I want to discuss with you. We've been together for so many years, why don't we just pick a good day and get married, okay?" Olivia wiped. the tears on her face, her eyes were bright, gazing at him expectantly, desperately hoping that Ethan would say yes.

She had been with Ethan for many years, but had never been able to make it work, and had thought that after he divorced Emma, she would be able to marry him and become his wife, but Mr. Carter Sr. had repeatedly prevented it. However, Mr. Carter Sr. has repeatedly prevented her from doing so. Now, with Emma's sudden return, Ethan's attitude has taken a turn for the worse, and Olivia's sense of security is rapidly diminishing, and only by marrying him will she be able to put her heart at ease.

Ethan looked at her tearful eyes, the bottom of his heart a bit unbearable, about to nod es, but suddenly flashed in the mind of Emma covered in paint, woeful but stubborn and cold back, the words on the verge of the mouth, but how can not say. Which one is the real Emma, the gentle and delicate one or the domineering one?

"My grandfather's health hasn't been improving lately, it's better to wait." In the end, he slowly spat out this sentence.

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The same reason, the same answer, she was rejected again, and as she watched him. leave, Olivia's heart broke. The sadness on her face is quickly replaced by resentment, all of which falls on Emma, even paranoia that if Emma hadn't come back, she and Ethan would already be married. All her beautiful fantasies were completely shattered by Emma's appearance.

The short weekend passed in a flash, and Emma took two days off to recuperate and returned to work with enthusiasm.

She had just saved the first draft of her design, when an unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind her: "Sister Emma, my computer has a malfunction, and now there is a set of data that needs to be checked and submitted in a hurry, can I borrow your computer?" A girl looked at her with an expectant face, adiably requesting.

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