With everything she needed to say all at once, she didn't expect the man sitting on the sofa would restrain his sharpness, reach out, and firmly grasp her hand. His deep and enchanting Peach Blossom Eyes stared at her as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I want to go to your place."
Olivia Lewis frowned.
Adam Sinclair knew how to maximize his advantage. Holding onto her hand, he continued, "My left hand is injured, and if I return to my place, I'll be alone. Eating and drinking water are inconvenient."
"You can have the servant come," Olivia staunchly replied.
If Adam Sinclair were easy to dismiss, he wouldn't be himself. He nonchalantly said, "I don't like servants; they're too noisy."
Olivia's mouth twitched twice as she tried to pull her hand away, retorting irritably, "Please, do you think you're President Lawrence from Enna's family? President Lawrence has autism. Do you have the nerve to act autistic with your flamboyant peacock personality? Cut it out, go back to your home!"
