"I am here..." Oliver Hudson began to respond.
He just wanted to freeze time at this very moment.
All he wanted was to hold Annie Anne gently like this.
Oliver Hudson also let Emily Allen come closer, letting her press those scissors against his chest.
He had seen it coming.
"Won't you dodge?" Annie Anne asked silently.
"I will not."
Oliver Hudson's throat moved, and these three words flowed from his mouth.
But as Annie listened, it felt incredibly ironic, her hand pushed down, and the sharp tip of the scissors instantly tore through Oliver Hudson's shirt, stabbing into his skin.
Blood beads burst forth, blooming into a garish flower on his chest.
However, this sting was nothing compared to the slight pain in Oliver Hudson's heart right now.
In that moment, he even wished that Annie would truly thrust the scissors in.
"Oliver Hudson, I am going to kill you."
Annie Anne spoke softly, yet her voice became heavier and heavier.
