Picking oranges on the mountain was indeed tiring. Even a nap was enough to give Olivia Jenkins a deep sleep.
Suddenly, Olivia was awakened by a ringtone.
Unhappily, she frowned and fumbled for her phone in a daze.
Olivia, with her eyes closed, answered the call while half-asleep, "Hello!"
Her voice was hoarse and thick. Daniel Marshall couldn't help but furrow his brows, "Honey, what are you up to?"
Honey?
The voice sounded familiar; it also felt extremely familiar. Could it be she's dreaming?
Olivia mumbled confusedly, "Did Daniel Marshall sneak into my dream? What a strange voice!"
Daniel's low voice consciously softened: "Honey, are you sleeping?"
"Of course, I am sleeping. Am I not dreaming?"
"Do I appear in your dream?" Daniel's usually cold hard facial features softened slightly, making his handsome face even more tender.
Continuing on the call, Olivia rubbed her eyes, "Who are you?"
"I'm your husband—Daniel Marshall!"
