"No, absolutely not."
"But you just said that, there must be something."
Oliver Winslow pulled her towards him: "Ava, what's wrong with you today?"
"Nothing's wrong. Oliver Winslow, let go of me."
"No."
"If you don't let go, I'll bite you."
"You dare!"
Oliver Winslow moved closer: "Ava, what's bothering you..."
"Nothing...nothing, nothing at all!"
Before Ava Gibson finished speaking, Oliver Winslow has already pressed onto her, kissing her lips.
The only way to deal with Ava right now is to stop her from speaking.
But he couldn't keep her mouth shut all the time, so...
Just... use a kiss to silence her incessant chatter.
It's efficient and trouble-free.
Ava Gibson clearly didn't expect him to use this tactic. Her many words were silenced by Oliver's kiss.
Forget it, she won't argue with him this time.
Why wouldn't Oliver Winslow get a clue, how could he be less aware than John Fame?
And Oliver Winslow, also experienced today, what women are like.
