Stunned for a moment, a ripple of panic flashed in Oliver Hudson’s eyes.
He quickly squashed down his erratic heartbeat, his voice relaxed and gentle, "Awake? Thirsty? I’ll get you a glass of water."
Without waiting for Annie’s response, he turned away to pour a glass of water from the table. For more chapters visit novel(ꜰ)ire.net
Annie sat up on the couch, and the blanket on her body slipped a little with her movements. She put the pillow in her arms onto her knees without looking at Oliver Hudson.
She chuckled slowly after a while, looking at him with a hint of mockery in her voice. "Oliver Hudson, I beg you, stop pretending."
As if expecting her to say this, Oliver Hudson’s face didn’t reveal any emotion.
He gently pushed the glass forward and whispered, "It’s hot outside, drink more water."
Annie looked down at the glass, her eyes briefly pausing.
Just as Oliver’s gesture had been held for almost a few minutes, a massive wave of hatred flashed in her eyes, and she knocked over the glass.
The glass hit the ground and immediately shattered.
Annie looked at him coldly, punctuating each word, "Oliver Hudson, everything you are doing now looks like a joke to me, did you know that?"
The latter was silent, looking at the broken glass on the floor.
He chuckled lightly, then his voice choked up, each word squeezed out painfully, "Are U angry? Are U aggrieved now?"
She laughed, her eyes red unconsciously, "The pain I have suffered because of you is far beyond this. Oliver Hudson, I don’t love you anymore, but always remember ... "
"I will hate you forever."
In her voice, she barely concealed her trembling, where no one could see, Annie’s hands clenched tightly.
Her nails dig into the palm of her hand, the sharp pain helping her stay awake, reminding her that Oliver Hudson was never worth forgiving.
She looked upward and took a deep breath, her voice quieting down, "Oliver Hudson, please leave, never show up in front of me again."
The man in front of her remained silent.
A few seconds later, Annie looked down and tried to speak, but her words stuck in her throat.
Her eyes widened slightly, looking in shock at the scene in front of her.
This man, who had been proud for more than twenty years, was half kneeling on the ground, bowed to pick up the shattered glass pieces from the floor.
The sharp edges sliced his slender fingers one after another, and crimson blood seeped out, staining the transparent glass.
The blood red was startling.
Annie’s eyes were practically splitting, she clutched the pillow on her knee almost screaming, "Oliver Hudson, what are you doing?"
At her words, the man’s back stiffened slightly, but then he carried on picking up the pieces as if nothing happened. He laughed lightly, his voice gentle and casual, "I’ll get you some green bean soup later, you cannot eat too much cold food because your body’s not well."
Annie grabbed her hair in anguish, her eyes red and terrifying, but she managed to hold back her tears.
She opened her mouth, her throat burning as if it was on fire, and she found herself speechless.
She watched the man’s movements in silence, hysterically screaming, "Oliver Hudson, how many times do I have to say it? Please leave! I don’t want to see you anymore, just leave!"
After that, the man continued as if he hadn’t heard her and threw the last piece of glass into the trash. He then took a piece of paper from the table and soaked up the water on the floor.
Blood and water were soaked into the paper, but Oliver didn’t care. He stood up, throwing the paper into the trash can, and said with a light smile, "I’m going to get you green bean soup, be good, and wait for me to come back."
With that, he walked away.
This time, even if you push me away ten thousand times, I will tirelessly find an excuse to stay.