Olivia Jenkins’s beautiful face was calm without a ripple, gently saying, “I understand. It’s okay. You go to sleep.”
Auntie Jane stared blankly at her mistress for a few seconds before retreating.
Olivia’s face showed no emotion as she returned to her room.
Subbing in a massage bath, Olivia gently swirled her wine glass, sipping the red wine from time to time.
Olivia closed her eyes, slowly savoring the tannins of the red wine.
From time to time, Olivia exhaled gently, savoring the rich aroma of the red wine.
In the bathroom, a TV drama starring David Jefferson was playing on the waterproof wall.
The charitable variety show “Walking All The Way,” produced by Quiet Video, had already confirmed its recording schedule. In a week, Olivia would be off to the first stop, Harmony Village.
In order to promote the production team and ensure the quality of the show, Olivia had agreed to be part of the first season’s production.
Getting away from the hustle and bustle of Serene City seemed rather nice. Right now, sipping her red wine, Olivia felt quite comfortable.
Life is what it is, so why not treat yourself well, work hard in your career, and be your own queen!
Arriving in Kyoto, after getting off the plane and pulling out his cell phone, Daniel Marshall had yet to receive any messages from Olivia, nor were there any missed calls.
This woman never seemed to take the initiative to care about him, and, it seemed, didn’t care whether he lived or died. She probably didn’t miss him. Maybe she wished him dead and was happy to play the widow.
Apparently, this woman really had no heart. Since being with Benjamin Johnson, she had completely forgotten about him.
Perhaps to her, he held no importance. She did not consider him her closest person, despite the fact that he constantly thought about her, worrying about her, unable to get rid of her smiles and frowns from his mind.
Daniel chuckled sardonically, a distinct bitterness stirring in his heart, making his chest ache unbearably.
Kyoto was colder, a light snow was falling. As he left the airport, he donned his down jacket and put on a hat.
Colin Davis, who was built much like Daniel, dressed in Daniel’s suit and the same style down jacket. He got in the car with Simon Howard, heading to a five-star hotel under the Bennett’s Group.
Daniel, however, got into another car arranged for him in secret and set out for Binzhou right away.
Throughout the journey, Daniel blankly stared at his phone.
Even deep into the night, he had yet to hear from Olivia, let alone receive a simple greeting.
Daniel’s face darkened, his dull eyes tinged with a hint of sorrow.
His heart ached so much that he could clearly feel the pain every time he took a breath.
It was well past 11 p.m., and Benjamin Johnson was still standing at Jay Bennett’s house.
During this period, he did not see Daniel visit nor any of Daniel’s people showing up.
In the nighttime, the cold wave was unbearable. Benjamin’s face had turned red from the cold and his nose had unconsciously started to run.
At this moment, he saw the lights come on in Jay’s house.
Not hesitating for a second, he rang the doorbell.
Through the surveillance screen, Jay saw that Benjamin hadn’t left. The cold had him stamping his feet and rubbing his hands at the entrance.
Jay’s feelings were mixed, but her soft heart led her to open the door.
Benjamin walked in, noticing clear tear stains on Jay’s face, the violin lay on the sofa, with scattered coins dotting the floor.
“Are you here to pick on me too? Or to see me humiliate myself? I’m not a likable person, there’s no need for reminders.”
Jay opened her mouth to speak, her eyes filling up with tears again.
With a light sigh, Benjamin gently said, “Wash your face. I’ll take you out for hotpot.”
Jay shouted, clearly upset, “I don’t need your pretense!”