"Honey, I can't today. I can't let the media make wild guesses. On a day as important as this, I want to be with you."
Olivia Jenkins rolled her eyes and said with annoyance: "Okay, enough with your excuses, stop talking as if you're so important. I'm perfectly fine without you during the filming ceremony. I'm a practical person, I don't need any fancy stuff."
With his sensual, thin lips pressed together, Daniel Marshall held Olivia Jenkins' hand.
In an instant, Olivia shook him off, her body radiating a coldness as piercing as an icy and snowy day.
Looking at Olivia with hurt in his eyes, Daniel held her hand, tightly. Suddenly, he gripped her fiercely and possessively.
Olivia sensed that Daniel's hand was warm. As a doctor, she could tell right away that he was running a fever.
Olivia hestitated, but still persistently shook Daniel's hand.
Stubborn as a mule, Daniel held onto Olivia's hand, regardless of how hard she tried to break free, he wouldn't, couldn't, let go.
