CHAPTER 1580: CHAPTER 1580: I DON’T LIKE THE SMELL OF SMOKE ON YOU.

On the other side, Oliver Hudson and Annie Anne brought Olivia Thompson home.

Perhaps it had been so long since she had been alone with Annie Anne like this, Olivia couldn’t hide her smile along the way, her gaze always falling on Annie Anne’s face.

Her fingertips were also constantly holding Annie Anne’s hand, as if if she let go, Annie Anne would disappear before her eyes.

Noticing Olivia’s actions, Annie Anne tilted her head, then poked her soft cheek, and said with a gentle laugh:

"Sweetie, Mommy has a day off tomorrow. Is there anywhere you want to go? Mommy can take you, okay?"

Hearing this, Olivia’s eyes lit up.

But unexpectedly, Olivia just shook her head, then reached out to hug Annie Anne’s arm, resting her cheek in the crook of it.

"Annie doesn’t want to go anywhere; Annie just wants to stay with Mommy."

"But going out to play means being together too, right?" Annie Anne tilted her head in confusion.

Olivia blinked and disagreed, "But Annie just wants to be with Mommy alone, just wants to have only me by Mommy’s side."

Not expecting Olivia to say such words, Annie Anne was obviously taken aback, but then the next moment, a gentle smile appeared on her face as she reached out to take Olivia into her arms and kissed her forehead.

"Alright, whatever Annie says, Mommy will agree to it. Tomorrow, Mommy will stay by Olivia’s side, just by Olivia’s side."

"Annie loves Mommy the most."

Olivia let out a hum of laughter, snuggling slightly in Annie Anne’s arms, like a kitten acting coquettishly.

...

Lulling Olivia by her side to sleep, Annie Anne hummed an unknown lullaby. Noticing Olivia’s breathing gradually settled into a peaceful sleep, Annie Anne lowered her head slightly and kissed the top of her hair.

Looking at her daughter’s serene sleeping face, a complex expression passed through Annie Anne’s eyes.

Then Annie Anne tucked in Olivia’s blanket, lay on the bed for a long time, yet still found no trace of sleepiness. So, she quietly got up and slowly left the room.

Annie Anne exhaled gently, intending to step out onto the balcony for some fresh air. To her surprise, there was already a tall figure standing there.

Perhaps having heard the subtle sound of the door closing, Oliver Hudson turned his head. Seeing Annie Anne, he paused for a moment, then put out the cigarette in his hand.

Initially, Annie Anne intended to turn and leave, but Oliver Hudson’s voice floated over from behind her.

"Annie, come here."

But clearly, Annie Anne didn’t want to heed Oliver Hudson’s words.

Raising her foot to leave directly, Oliver Hudson unconsciously frowned and stepped out from the balcony.

With his height and long legs, the slightly cool night breeze carried him to catch up with Annie Anne’s steps, and then he reached out, wrapping her from behind into his embrace.

Annie Anne’s body stiffened; she reached out to pat Oliver Hudson’s arm that was around her shoulders and said softly, "I don’t like the smell of smoke on you."

But just like earlier, Oliver Hudson completely ignored Annie Anne’s words, directly pressing down on Annie Anne’s shoulders and turning her entire body to face him.

Annie Anne originally wanted to turn her head away, but Oliver Hudson held her chin and turned her face back to him.