"Honey, I'm fine, as long as you're not getting wet in the rain."
Daniel Marshall's deep voice was as charming and entrancing as a cello's melody, tantalizingly pleasant, stirring an impulse to hear him speak again.
Suddenly, Olivia Jenkins felt a surge of rationality, steadying her cold emotional walls.
She said nothing more and quickened her pace.
Suddenly, a gusty wind blew, turning the umbrella in Daniel's hand inside out. Instinctively, Daniel raised his long coat above his head to shield Olivia. He then faced the wind and struggled to right the umbrella.
Fortunately, the umbrella quickly regained its shape, and Daniel managed to use it to cover most of Olivia's body.
Olivia's expression remained cold, but inside, her heart was quivering slightly. She glanced at Daniel.
Under the dim streetlight, Olivia saw that Daniel's face was wet and his hair was slightly damp.
