Chapter 1463: Chapter 1463 I Really Like It
"You say I lied to you?"
Annie Anne pulled Oliver Hudson’s hand away from her waist, smiling brightly at him.
"Oliver Hudson, I’ve never lied to you. It’s just that you don’t trust me. When you asked about my plans for the afternoon, I told you I’ve been at the film set all along, and attending a banquet was not in my afternoon schedule."
Annie Anne’s response left Oliver Hudson unsure of what to say, and then he noticed Annie pressing on her wrist, recalling the scene he just witnessed.
The bracelet was taken off Annie Anne’s wrist by Campbell Prickly.
"Does it hurt?"
Originally, Oliver Hudson intended to reach out and touch Annie Anne, but she avoided him immediately.
"Thanks to you, it feels like my wrist is about to break."
Annie Anne rubbed her slightly reddened wrist, although the red marks were less obvious than before.
Though Annie spoke these words, she showed no restraint in smiling at Oliver Hudson.
Oliver Hudson slowly lifted his gaze, blocking Annie Anne’s path, clearly meaning to check her wrist condition.
"Step aside, I want to go back and rest."
However, Annie Anne was very resistant to such actions, intending to hide her arm behind her.
But in front of Oliver Hudson, all her evasions were futile.
Oliver Hudson directly placed his hand on Annie Anne’s nape, pulling her completely into his embrace, while his other hand glided down her shoulder and finally grasped her fingertips.
His fingertips brushed over the red marks on her wrist, his expression gloomy and unreadable.
"You liked that bracelet?"
"I did like it a moment ago, but not anymore."
Annie Anne answered succinctly, "Because it reminded me of what I previously wore on my wrist."
At these words, Annie Anne clearly felt Oliver Hudson’s body stiffen.
She couldn’t tell if it was her imagination, but she seemed to hear a sigh from Oliver Hudson beside her, the hand that was on her nape now gently caressing her hair.
It felt like she was a pet in Oliver Hudson’s arms.
"Why do you always say things like this?"
Oliver Hudson seemed to be asking, yet it also sounded like he was talking to himself, his deep voice carried by the night breeze into Annie Anne’s ears, brushing coldly over her skin.
"I’m tired."
Annie Anne rested her jaw on Oliver Hudson’s shoulder, speaking slowly.
The skin, initially a bit cold, gradually absorbed the warmth of his fingertips as he stroked her.
Looking at Annie’s wrist, Oliver Hudson’s gaze shifted downward, leading him to discover something hidden under her sleeve.
"Is this a previous injury?"
Oliver Hudson’s fingertips raised the sleeve, revealing a bandage on her elbow, showing that his brow deeply furrowed.
Oliver Hudson instantly recognized the injury on Annie Anne’s arm as the result of her accidental fall from a ladder on set.
How come after all this time her wound still hasn’t healed?
"It was almost healed, but during filming, it accidentally reopened."