No one had expected the light to suddenly turn on,
Annie Anne’s pupils shrank involuntarily, squinting her eyes briefly, and by the ti her eyes had adjusted to the bright light, she was already locking gazes with Oliver Hudson’s shadowy eyes.
So familiar that Annie Anne’s body couldn’t help but tremble uncontrollably.
Seemingly noticing Annie Anne’s reaction, Oliver Hudson’s fingertips grazed over her lips, where the lipstick had already sared, adding an unreal allure to her beauty.
"Afraid?"
Oliver Hudson’s eyes drooped slightly, casting a small shadow where his thick eyelashes t his pupils.
"Knowing you’re afraid, you still dared to co here?"
The fingers pinching her thigh tightened continuously, but the intense pain sobered up Annie Anne’s mind sowhat.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, and a faint shimr danced within her beautiful eyes.
She rely tilted her head slightly to side-step Oliver Hudson’s fingers pressing against her chin, then boldly tiptoed closer to whisper in his ear.
"That’s because I knew you were here..."
Her soft body pressed against Oliver Hudson’s, their body heat perating and transferring through the thin layer of clothes. Yet, Oliver Hudson thought of the scene he had just witnessed.
She was leaning against that man, the wine glass at her fingertips reflecting the room’s light, her face carrying a drunken haze.
This was an appearance he had never seen before.
It was like a net woven from roses, beneath the fragrance and tenderness were thorns piercing into the flesh and bone.
"Did you do this on purpose?"
Because the distance between the two was extrely close, even though Annie Anne dodged quickly, Oliver Hudson’s lips still brushed across her cheek.
Hearing such a question from Oliver Hudson, Annie Anne lifted her eyes, seeming as though the alcohol from the drinks she had consud earlier finally surged, her deanor exuding a certain laziness.
"What?"
Whether inadvertent or deliberate, a slight smile erged on Annie Anne’s lips.
"Ha..."
Suddenly, Justin Battleson chuckled softly, burying his cheek against the side of Annie Anne’s neck. His shoulders trembled slightly with his laughter.
His laughter was faint, making it hard to distinguish the emotions embedded within it.
He should have guessed it earlier.
The person before him was no longer her.
He had destroyed everything she had with his own hands.
After a sowhat sudden burst of laughter, Oliver Hudson’s body finally returned to calm.
He raised his hand to grasp Annie Anne’s slender waist, which seed like it could break with just a little force.
He embraced her tightly, bringing their bodies close together.
"Annie."
Oliver Hudson murmured a na that hadn’t been used in who knows how long, feeling the slight startle in Annie Anne’s body within his embrace.
He liked this reaction.
So he kept calling softly beside Annie Anne’s ear.
"Annie, Annie..."
Like calling for so treasured possession in his heart, the words chewed between his lips carried an indecipherable deep aning.
Due to the height difference, Annie Anne rested her chin on Oliver Hudson’s shoulder, her gaze lifting slightly with her movent, noticing the plain white ceiling.
Despite the light being far away from her line of sight, the halo of light made Annie Anne feel a blur and dizziness in her vision.
The heartbeat that was initially pounding in her ear, for so reason, gradually lessened until it finally cald down.
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