Such an apt attack on his vanity!
Such a pity though, Daniel Marshall is inherently a scoundrel!
Olivia Jenkins's mind was still clear, she dodged Daniel's hot breath and firmly removed his hand.
Daniel did not let go but kept his arms around Olivia and held her hand tightly.
"Honey, don't be angry, alright?"
"I'm not angry, let me go. I want to study the plan a little more."
"Whatever you don't understand, you can ask me. I remember it all clearly. If you don't let me hold you, you're definitely angry."
Olivia contemptuously pointed at Daniel's forehead. "That's nonsense!"
"I'm really going to feed the pigs, chickens, and ducks tomorrow. Don't pull my hand; I feel pain, maybe the wound is bleeding."
Olivia, both angry and annoyed, snapped at Daniel in a raised voice. "Then just let go!"
Daniel earnestly said, "But, I'm afraid you'll walk away."
"If you don't let go, I'll leave."
Daniel quickly let go and Olivia checked his hand. She saw a bleeding wound.
