In the morning, the soft sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, spilling onto the white air-conditioned quilt.
Olivia Jenkins, lying within the covers, suddenly stirred, lazily turning over.
Uncomfortable, Olivia was displeased, furrowing her brows.
Her sleepy and heavy eyelids flickered slightly; Olivia woke up in a daze.
The moment she woke up, Olivia distinctly felt as if her body was about to fall apart, aching and throbbing with pain.
The master bedroom was very quiet, Olivia didn't see Daniel Marshall. She woke up on his bed.
Moreover, the spot beside her had already grown cold.
Instinctively, Olivia tightened her hold on herself, her gaze was resentful.
Even though the raw rice was already cooked, and they were now truly husband and wife, Olivia continued to curse Daniel harshly in her heart, swearing at his entire ancestry.
If she saw him, she swore she would beat Daniel to death, the bastard!
