"I am here..." Oliver Hudson began to respond.
He just wanted to freeze time at this very moment.
All he wanted was to hold Annie Anne gently .
Oliver Hudson also let Emily Allen come closer, letting her press those scissors against his chest.
He had seen it coming.
"Won’t you dodge?" Annie Anne asked silently.
Oliver Hudson’s throat moved, and these three words flowed from his mouth.
But as Annie listened, it felt incredibly ironic, her hand pushed down, and the sharp tip of the scissors instantly tore through Oliver Hudson’s shirt, stabbing into his skin.
Blood beads burst forth, blooming into a garish flower on his chest.
However, this sting was nothing compared to the slight pain in Oliver Hudson’s heart right now.
In that moment, he even wished that Annie would truly thrust the scissors in.
"Oliver Hudson, I am going to kill you."
Annie Anne spoke softly, yet her voice became heavier and heavier.
Oliver Hudson simply reached out and embraced Annie Anne, not resisting her actions, just letting her come closer to himself.
But the next second, Annie Anne forcefully broke free from Oliver Hudson, she lifted her eyes to look at him, tears streaming down her face.
She had thought if she forgave Oliver Hudson, might she obtain the life she wanted?
But the moment she faced Oliver Hudson, the moment he embraced her, all Charlotte Thompson felt was endless pain.
It was like countless slender needles densely pricking her body.
Just like the dark, cold that could seep into any corner, it had long devoured everything about her.
She could not forget.
Annie Anne clearly knew that after she began recalling those memories, her psyche had already collapsed.
Her room was decorated this way because the doctor advised Oliver Hudson to prevent her from performing any impulsive acts.
Annie Anne used to feel like a bird with wet feathers in a rainstorm, believing that one day she would return to the embrace of the sky.
But now Annie Anne realized that her wings had already been broken, gruesomely revealing that thing called reality.
She could not fly anymore.
"Oliver Hudson, my head hurts so much," Annie Anne’s voice choked up a bit.
Since returning from the hospital, Annie Anne’s body had regained health, but she’d developed problems, feeling excruciating headaches whenever it drizzled. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovelfire.net
This was why, despite weather forecasts indicating no rain, she still asked Charlotte Thompson to carry an umbrella.
"I am here, Annie, I’ve always been here..." Oliver Hudson held Annie Anne tightly in his arms, his voice deep and hoarse.
Annie Anne leaned her jaw against Oliver Hudson’s shoulder, slightly tilting her face up to whisper in his ear.
"Oliver Hudson, do you still remember the first time we met?"
Oliver Hudson’s expression seemed a bit dazed.
The little girl in the yellow dress, clearly timid in her eyes, had still lifted a radiant smile towards him.
She could have been as glorious as the rising sun.
Oliver Hudson’s arms continuously tightened, but eventually, Annie Anne pushed him away with ease.
Annie Anne slowly extended her hand, touching the corner of Oliver Hudson’s eye, her fingertip gliding down his brows and eyes, eventually resting on Oliver Hudson’s lips.
Annie Anne withdrew her fingertip.
"Oliver Hudson, we can’t go back."
Annie Anne’s lips parted and closed, using the gentlest tone but speaking the most brutal words.
"Everything has already happened."
Ryan Richard, who originally wanted to grasp Annie Anne’s wrist, paused in mid-air.