Crossley Gibson was truly furious, "Anyway, I can't explain it to her. If she asks again, you explain it to her!"
After speaking, she lifted her foot to leave, but as she passed by the man, Ose Owen's large hand grabbed her wrist, and he suddenly pulled her in front of him.
"Olivia, do you really plan to keep going like this?"
The man's action was so sudden, Crossley Gibson was stunned. By the time she reacted, she was halfway embraced in his arms.
A faint scent of body wash wafted into her nose, fresh and pleasant, making Crossley Gibson's heart skip a beat. She instinctively looked up.
Meeting the man's deep, dark eyes, her heart skipped once more, then began pounding even harder.
"I..." She opened her mouth, feeling as though her heart would jump out of her throat. She lowered her head and simply didn't speak, not knowing what to say anyway.
Ose Owen stared at the top of her head for a long time, then loosened his fingers and let her go.
