Daniel Marshall's sensuous thin lips part slightly, exhaling a faint puff of smoke.
Even hearing the door start to open, his gorgeously refined features remain impassive, not a ripple of emotion showing.
After changing her shoes, Olivia Jenkins saunters in as if nothing has happened.
A reasonable distance away from Daniel, Olivia stops.
Her clear eyes tremble slightly as she angles her head, looking at Daniel, and begins to speak nonchalantly, "Honey, you're still up. Were you waiting for me?"
The dull light in Daniel's eyes suddenly brighten, like two small flames ignited in the dark. His glance sharply locks onto Olivia.
"Wife, why are you standing so far away? Do you despise me?"
Olivia's smile remains unruffled. Her expression, entirely innocent, replies, "Honey, I had some stinky tofu. I smell a bit off now, so I didn't want you to smell it."
Daniel's gaze intensely fixed on Olivia, - "Come here!"
