Daniel Marshall suddenly lifted his head, his gaze toward Olivia Jenkins was deep yet warm, unwaveringly fixed on her, his handsome brows softened into gentle ripples.
Suddenly, a soft smile appeared in his eyes, with a glint as sharp as the moonlight, "Wife!"
The color of Olivia's face slightly changed as she explained, "I came to return the car. I particularly appreciate your generosity in lending me your car which is why I made you a bowl of noodles. You don't have to feel touched about it. It's a simple act of courtesy."
"Anything cooked by my wife, I will always enjoy eating." Daniel's handsome face was filled with tenderness; his deep voice was as gentle as ethereal feathers brushing past one's ear.
Olivia furrowed her brows, gave Daniel a glance, swiftly turned around and started walking downstairs, deliberately avoiding any closeness with Daniel.
Daniel couldn't care less about work anymore, with his long legs stepping down, he quickly followed Olivia downstairs.
