Chapter 411: Acting Coquettishly

Chapter 411: Chapter 411: Acting Coquettishly

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Daniel Marshall’s sensuous thin lips part slightly, exhaling a faint puff of smoke.

Even hearing the door start to open, his gorgeously refined features remain impassive, not a ripple of emotion showing.

After changing her shoes, Olivia Jenkins saunters in as if nothing has happened.

A reasonable distance away from Daniel, Olivia stops.

Her clear eyes tremble slightly as she angles her head, looking at Daniel, and begins to speak nonchalantly, “Honey, you’re still up. Were you waiting for me?”

The dull light in Daniel’s eyes suddenly brighten, like two small flames ignited in the dark. His glance sharply locks onto Olivia.

“Wife, why are you standing so far away? Do you despise me?”

Olivia’s smile remains unruffled. Her expression, entirely innocent, replies, “Honey, I had some stinky tofu. I smell a bit off now, so I didn’t want you to smell it.”

Daniel’s gaze intensely fixed on Olivia, – “Come here!”

“In case the smell bothers you, don’t blame me!” Olivia says flirtatiously as she sits on Daniel’s lap, her arms loosely wrapped around his neck.

“Do I smell? Will you despise me?” Olivia leans towards Daniel, intentionally exhaling her breath onto his face.

Despite her contempt for Daniel, Olivia keeps her feelings to herself.

Olivia pokes at Daniel’s chest, lecturing him. “You smell like smoke. It’s awful! And the living room smells terrible. I thought I stepped into heaven.”

Daniel calls out in a loud voice, “Auntie Jane, open up all the windows for ventilation and spray some air freshener.”

Upon hearing his orders, Auntie Jane scurries over and immediately complies.

In an instant, Daniel scoops up Olivia and heads upstairs.

After their romantic encounter, Daniel holds Olivia in his arms.

“Wife, have you had fun tonight?”

Olivia’s tone is mild and her voice faint,” It was alright! After dinner, I went to the night market with Benjamin Johnson and Valerie Howard. Ate a lot of stuff.”

In a deep, domineering voice tinged with arrogance, Daniel asks, “What kind of food is sold at the night market? Do you like going there?”

Olivia nestles her head into Daniel’s chest, unmoving. Her tender voice slowly replies.

“Roasted sweet potatoes, they’re delicious and smell wonderful! There’s also candied chestnuts, cotton candy, tofu pudding, stinky tofu, and so much more. With a luxurious life like yours, you probably don’t eat those foods often.

You guys probably prefer wine, steak, various kinds of seafood, and all sorts of exquisite desserts, where the plating alone seems high class and so beautiful that it keeps you staring.”

“Wife, you’re mistaken. I’ve tried all of those. As a child, my grandmother took me. Now, I take her.”