CHAPTER 1581: CHAPTER 1581: HOW ABOUT LEAVING THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY?

"Why didn’t you tell me what happened during the magazine shoot?"

Oliver Hudson’s expression was quite calm; his voice carried neither blame nor accusation when he asked this question.

Annie Anne lazily lifted her eyes and slowly raised her palm, clutching Oliver Hudson’s wrist.

"You’re hurting me."

As she spoke, Annie Anne pulled Oliver Hudson’s hand down.

Seeing Oliver Hudson’s expression, Annie Anne slightly suppressed the coldness in her eyes, then reached out to hug Oliver Hudson, resting her cheek against his chest.

This made her voice sound muffled: "I told you, I don’t want to disturb you with such trivial matters."

"There’s never anything trivial when it comes to you."

Oliver Hudson placed his palm on Annie Anne’s nape, slowly sliding it down her back.

Though the two were engaging in an intimate gesture, it gave off an undeniably strange feeling.

No one knew how long this posture lasted, but as Annie Anne was about to push Oliver Hudson away and break free from his embrace, Oliver Hudson’s voice sounded above her.

"Annie, why don’t you leave the entertainment industry?"

Though it sounded like a question, Oliver Hudson’s tone suggested it was not open for refusal.

As soon as Oliver Hudson finished speaking, Annie Anne forcefully pushed him away, "And then, what do you want me to do?"

Annie Anne’s eyes turned slightly, as if recalling something, and she distanced herself from Oliver Hudson.

"Just staying here, living off you, like some parasitic plant? Or..."

She paused, raised her hand, pressing it against her cheek, her eyes had a faint smile as she stared at Oliver Hudson.

"Or like back then, locked away in a dark little room."

Annie Anne knew well which words would displease Oliver Hudson, yet she deliberately chose to ridicule him.

She still wore a bright smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

As expected, upon hearing Annie Anne’s words, Oliver Hudson’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Seeing the change in Oliver Hudson’s expression, Annie Anne beamed with a smile.

"King Samuel, so don’t be the person who crosses boundaries."

After finishing, Annie Anne was ready to brush past Oliver Hudson, "I need to go back..."

But before she could finish her sentence, with one step, her wrist was directly grabbed by Oliver Hudson, his tremendous strength pulling her back.

Oliver Hudson clasped Annie Anne’s wrist, pinning her body against the corridor wall.

A kiss tinged with tobacco scent descended, instinctively, Annie Anne resisted Oliver Hudson’s actions, but in a moment, her lifted hand dropped down.

She slightly tilted her head back, like a delicate doll, to be manipulated.

Finally, seeing that Oliver Hudson had no intention of letting go, Annie Anne grew impatient and pressed her palm against Oliver Hudson’s shoulder,

giving him a slight push to show resistance.

Their breathing, due to the close distance, tangled incessantly.

Annie Anne lifted her eyes, meeting Oliver Hudson’s profound gaze directly.

His pupils were filled with her reflection.