Fuming with irritation, Olivia Jenkins coldly shook off Daniel Marshall's hand.
With a look of scorn and derision, she rolled her eyes at Daniel.
"I feel like strangling you right now, I've never met a man as infuriating as you; so self-righteous, so immature! Is that what you wanted to hear?
The stormy look in Daniel's eyes quickly faded. "Does spilling it out make you feel better?"
"No, it doesn't, because I haven't strangled you yet!"
Olivia was clearly trying to provoke him, yet instead of getting angry, Daniel started to laugh.
His gaze opaque, Daniel was holding Olivia's hand.
In a flash, she threw off his hand with a look of disgust.
Without hesitation, Daniel firmly grabbed Olivia's hand again, and this time she couldn't shake him off.
"Are you angry, honey?"
"No, You're just annoying!"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Let go. I'm going to take a shower. Pick up those tissues from the floor quickly, they're disgusting."
