CHAPTER 1620: CHAPTER 1620: YOU LOOK VERY SAD

"I say... I’ve had enough of pretending every day in front of you."

Annie Anne adjusted her clothes, yet her hand curled tighter under the blanket.

"Do you really think I can forget everything from the past? I am indeed an actress; I can act, but I won’t deceive myself."

Not wanting to hear whatever answer Oliver Hudson might give, Annie Anne took a deep breath, as if she had composed her emotions.

"But I think the word ’self-deception’ suits you quite well."

Oliver Hudson let out a cold laugh, then stepped closer to the bed, slightly bending down, enclosing Annie Anne in his embrace with his arms.

Such an action suddenly closed the distance between them; they could almost hear each other’s heartbeats clearly.

"Is everything you’re saying true?"

Frowning with some displeasure, he initially wanted to pull back, but Oliver Hudson’s palm forcefully pressed on his wrist, leaving him unable to move.

Feeling the burning gaze on her face, Annie Anne, uncertain if she felt out of place or somewhat disgusted.

She turned her head slightly, avoiding looking at Oliver Hudson.

"Of course it’s true."

Yet Annie Anne’s words drew a sneer from Oliver Hudson.

He then leaned closer to Annie Anne’s ear, his warm breath brushing over her ear, "How come I never knew you learned to lie?"

"Because, facing someone I detest, I always need to find a way to make myself more comfortable." Annie Anne lifted her eyes.

Their distance was so suggestively intimate, seeming like they could share a romantic kiss in the next second, but the sarcasm and coldness in Annie Anne’s expression were inescapably clear.

Oliver Hudson and Annie Anne were locked in a stalemate, yet the next moment, there was a disturbance at the door, and Campbell Prickly’s figure appeared there.

He was holding some items and slightly froze upon seeing the scene in the room.

Annie Anne’s eyes brightened at the sight.

"Darling, what are you doing here..."

As she spoke, Annie Anne tried to break free from Oliver Hudson’s restraint.

But Oliver Hudson didn’t give her that chance; he pinched Annie Anne’s cheeks and kissed her hard.

Standing at the door, Campbell Prickly finally reacted, quickly stepping forward to pull Oliver Hudson away. He clenched his fist but ultimately did nothing, just stood in front of Annie Anne to protect her.

Oliver Hudson looked coldly at Campbell Prickly before him, but seeing Oliver’s gaze, Annie Anne propped herself up and immediately wrapped her arms around Campbell Prickly’s arm, leaning next to him.

"Mr. Hudson, if there’s nothing else, please leave." As she said this, Annie Anne didn’t even want to spare another glance at Oliver Hudson.

"Very well."

Oliver Hudson sneered, taking a long look at Annie Anne’s cold profile, really turning around to leave as she said.

The sound of the door closing slammed harshly near Annie Anne’s ears.

The moment the room returned to silence, Annie Anne felt all the strength drained from her body, her arms gradually slid down, finally hanging powerless at her sides.

"You look very sad."

Campbell Prickly’s voice slowly echoed above Annie Anne’s head.