Chapter 1083: Chapter 1083 I’m with you.
At the moment their lips touched, Annie Anne quickly raised her hand to Oliver Hudson’s chest, but he unceremoniously grabbed her wrist.
As she raised her hand, the medicine in the IV tube did not enter her veins but instead, her blood flowed backward slightly.
After a pause, Annie Anne quietly tilted her head back, allowing Oliver Hudson to do as he pleased.
Oliver Hudson had thought that such an over-the-line action would elicit more of a reaction from Annie Anne, but aside from her initial hand-raising, her remaining responses were unexpectedly compliant.
No response, no refusal.
Just like a doll, letting others manipulate her.
Only the gentle blinking of her eyes and the rise and fall of her chest proved she was a living person.
Oliver Hudson released Annie Anne, tugged at the corner of his mouth, seemingly mocking his own foolish action.
He stared at Annie Anne’s pale face, attempting to find a trace of loosening or cracking, but, in the end, he only saw calmness that tightly wrapped around his heart like a net.
Annie Anne then licked her lips.
"I’m thirsty."
Oliver Hudson turned around, picked up a cup to pour water for Annie Anne, but then he heard a soft laugh from behind.
"It’s just falling off a ladder, compared to that time, what is this wound?"
Crack.
As soon as Annie Anne’s words fell, the cup in Oliver Hudson’s hand was crushed by him, the shards embedding into his palm, but he, unaware, only tightened his grip.
He turned his head, only to see Annie Anne’s faint smile.
Oliver Hudson felt as if he had fallen into a cold abyss.
Blood mixed with water droplets dripped from his palm and between his fingers to the ground, as if tears of blood were dropping from the heart in his arm.
"Did you do this on purpose?"
Oliver Hudson had never felt his voice as feeble as it was now, mere five simple words, yet they seemed to drain all his strength.
Remembering what his assistant had told him before, the absurd idea that had been buried at the bottom of his heart seemed to sprout forcefully like a seed.
She loathed him.
So she would make that choice.
However, faced with Oliver Hudson’s question, Annie Anne looked puzzled and tilted her head, "What do you mean ’on purpose’?"
Then, as if she realized something, she gently hooked a strand of hair beside her ear with her slender, pale fingertips.
"Did I make you remember some unhappy things?"
Her tone suddenly became ambiguous, her lips curving into a sweet smile.
"Sorry, Uncle."
Oliver Hudson could hardly control the sourness surging in his chest. He wanted to walk to the front of Annie Anne’s bed, but his legs, as if laden with lead, were stuck in place and could not move.
It was just a simple phrase, the two characters he was most familiar with, but now they felt as heavy as thousands of pounds, pressing on his chest.
Almost crushing his internal organs.
Annie Anne observed all of Oliver Hudson’s reactions.
"Uncle, you don’t need to do anything to Mia Carter, it’s not necessary now."
After hearing Annie Anne’s words, Oliver Hudson’s shoulders trembled slightly. He looked up, his bloodshot eyes rippling with a hint of a smile.
He stepped forward to Annie Anne and touched her cheek with his uninjured palm.
"I really can’t do that, especially since there are people you can hardly forgive... let alone me."
He looked at Annie Anne, a smile appearing on his face.
Since it’s your choice, then I will accompany you.