Daniel Marshall's gaze was like a blade bathed in cold light, icy and sharp, as if intending to pierce Olivia Jenkins's heart and let her feel the bone-deep pain he was experiencing.
His lips parted slightly as he spoke in a colorless and indifferent tone, "What exactly do you want? If you want to provoke me, or even if you despise me, just tell me directly, confront me directly, don't use some random man to disgust me! Such a means of revenge is childish!"
Whoosh, Olivia opened her eyes, disdainfully eyeing Daniel.
Her beautiful face showed no emotion, calm to the point of surprise, "What do I want? I want you to get lost, stay away from me! Retaliate against you? Daniel, you're overestimating yourself. I wouldn't stoop so low as to take revenge on you or disgust you. But likewise, don't disgust me. Although I am your wife, I am not your pet!"
