Daniel Marshall was in his bathrobe, his hair still dripping with water.
He saw right through Olivia Jenkins, her affections were insincere.
Daniel felt upset inside, and the sparkle in his eyes dimmed.
Olivia chuckled seductively, sauntered towards Daniel with an alluring gait.
"Honey, your hair is still wet, let me dry it for you."
She had a dry towel in hand, her eyes full of seduction as she guided Daniel to sit on the bed.
She stood in front of him, gently drying his hair.
While sitting, Daniel was level with Olivia's chest.
In an instant, the room was filled with intimacy.
With a slight lift of his eyelid, Daniel gave Olivia a sideways look.
The woman seemed earnest as she dried his hair, but Daniel still felt uncomfortable inside.
This was not the innocent woman he knew; she was quietly angry with him.
She had no heart!
Unexpectedly, Daniel grabbed Olivia's hand, his hawk-like eyes met hers, "That's enough!"
