With a contemptuous sneer, Olivia Jenkins said blandly, "I think I'm very beautiful, with charm, and generally quite pleasant. If you don't think so, you could just accuse me of excessive beauty! If you don't wish to see me, please just shut your eyes."
"Unreasonable!" Daniel Marshall's face was terrifyingly stern, his deeply profound eyes swirling with fiery flames.
Rolling her eyes, Olivia firmly turned around and headed upstairs.
Daniel's eyebrows furrowed again, his dangerous gaze landing on Olivia's retreating back, "Don't think too highly of yourself. If you weren't my wife, Benjamin Johnson wouldn't even give you a second glance. Your fairytale of a knight in shining armor rescuing the damsel in distress, only a pig-headed fool like you would believe such nonsense and be moved to tears!"
Olivia stopped abruptly and turned to face Daniel, asking tentatively, "Is he your friend?"
