When Annie Anne returned to the villa, it was already deep into the night.
She squinted her eyes as she walked into the living room, only to find Oliver Hudson sitting quietly on the sofa.
He was dressed in a haute couture suit that made his already tall and slender figure look even more elongated.
Under the dim light, Annie Anne couldn't see his expression clearly and didn't want to observe his mood, turning her head directly to go upstairs.
"Back already?"
A low, hoarse voice sounded, seemingly to assert his presence.
"Yes," Annie Anne mumbled in response, continuing upstairs without turning back.
These past few days, Oliver Hudson had been quite busy, rarely returning to the villa, which Annie Anne had been pleased about.
But now he had returned.
Annie Anne tried to avoid thinking about these irrelevant matters, but the next second she was pulled into that familiar embrace.
A strong smell of alcohol instantly surrounded her.
