Chapter 1271: Chapter 1271: Oliver Hudson, Have You Gone Mad?
While Annie Anne’s mind slightly swayed, Oliver Hudson directly lifted her in a horizontal carry.
By the time Annie Anne snapped back to reality, Oliver Hudson had already taken her upstairs.
Tall and with long legs, Oliver Hudson moved swiftly even while carrying Annie Anne.
"Let me go..."
Annie Anne struggled belatedly, frowning fiercely between her brows.
But Oliver Hudson simply ignored it, and Annie Anne, who received no response other than silence, had a terrible look on her face as her attempts to struggle became more aggressive.
"Let me go immediately!"
Annie Anne raised her voice a notch, but it was still of no consequence to Oliver Hudson.
Annie Anne only felt the hand clenching her waist tightening, the fingertips pressing into her skin causing a faint pain.
Half-closing her eyes, just when Annie Anne’s patience reached its limit, Oliver Hudson finally put her down.
The room was dim, with only the slender moonlight seeping in from the outside window, reflecting the neon lights flowing in the streets below.
Annie Anne felt her vision as if suddenly withdrawn from the bright corridor; the moment the door shut, her back pressed against the cold door panel.
A crazy and intense kiss came without warning, swallowing all of Annie Anne’s words, even her breath.
"Mmm..."
Annie Anne whimpered, but even this faint sound was devoured cleanly by Oliver Hudson.
It was a kiss devoid of any warmth, only mixed with tobacco and strong liquor, almost pathological and heavy breathing intertwined.
Annie Anne felt the hand on her waist tightening gradually, growing hotter and yet she found no way to break free from its grip.
Annie Anne felt as if she was plunging into the deep sea, oxygen rapidly being drawn from her lungs, just when she wondered if she would suffocate, Oliver Hudson finally gave her a breath of air.
Like a dying fish, Annie Anne gasped for breath.
In the darkness, with the loss of vision, other senses become more acute, hence Annie Anne felt the noise around her ears was excessively loud.
In the quiet surroundings, the constant and clear heavy breathing, along with a chaotic heartbeat that came from nowhere, intermingled.
The familiar scent of cologne, as overbearing as the kiss just before, occupied all of Annie Anne, she heaved a deep breath and pushed out a sentence through clenched teeth.
"Oliver Hudson, have you gone mad?" She slowly lifted her eyes, her voice trembling at the end.
"You still recognize me, I see."
Annie Anne just felt a warmth by her ear, the deep voice unceremoniously crashed in, and a tingling sensation spread from her spine up, causing Annie Anne to unnaturally turn her head away.
But even in the darkness, Oliver Hudson noticed Annie Anne’s movement, his hand that was pressing against the door panel followed her long hair to stroke her cheek.
His fingertips gently swept across Annie Anne’s side face, leaving behind a trail of tingling shivers, then he directly tilted Annie Anne’s chin up, twisting her head back.
Facing such contact, Annie Anne’s body instinctively struggled, her fingertips accidentally touching a switch nearby.
"Click."
The whole room was instantly enveloped in light, seemingly exposing all that was sordid and filthy for all to see.