"Why didn't you tell me what happened during the magazine shoot?"
Oliver Hudson's expression was quite calm; his voice carried neither blame nor accusation when he asked this question.
Annie Anne lazily lifted her eyes and slowly raised her palm, clutching Oliver Hudson's wrist.
"You're hurting me."
As she spoke, Annie Anne pulled Oliver Hudson's hand down.
Seeing Oliver Hudson's expression, Annie Anne slightly suppressed the coldness in her eyes, then reached out to hug Oliver Hudson, resting her cheek against his chest.
This made her voice sound muffled: "I told you, I don't want to disturb you with such trivial matters."
"There's never anything trivial when it comes to you."
Oliver Hudson placed his palm on Annie Anne's nape, slowly sliding it down her back.
Though the two were engaging in an intimate gesture, it gave off an undeniably strange feeling.
