Three Treasures: Spoiled Wife Goes Wild

Chapter 1840: I’m Sorry

She didn’t know what exactly she was afraid of.

Perhaps it was the cowardice of facing her own choices.

But this time, Annie’s body responded honestly. Before she had time to escape, she met the man’s gaze head-on.

Across the connection of space, two lines of sight collided chaotically.

Instantly, the scene before Annie’s eyes became blurry.

She bit her lip tightly, seemingly pretending to be strong, yet it was clearly visible that her lips trembled.

Annie wanted to speak, but what came first were the tears welling up in her eyes.

She watched helplessly as the man walked towards her.

Oliver Hudson cautiously raised his palm and wiped away the tears at the corner of Annie’s eyes with his fingertip.

His lips parted slightly, about to say something, but Annie directly crashed into his embrace.

"I’m sorry..."

Annie closed her eyes, the myriad of thoughts in her mind reduced to just these three words when she spoke.

"I’m sorry."

Annie’s voice was choked, tinged with unspoken sorrow.

Actually, at that moment, Annie felt it must be a dream.

For how could reality forgive someone as unreasonable as her?

She should have been punished, not seeing Oliver Hudson again.

Annie held tightly onto Oliver, tears soaking into his chest.

Facing Annie’s words, Oliver made no response.

This caused Annie’s originally excited mood to sink as if doused with cold water.

Her emotions recovered, and she released Oliver.

It was she who took the initiative to push Oliver further away; what reason did she have to force Oliver to forgive her?

Annie wiped away her tears, clearly trying to feign composure with a smile, yet the tremor in her fingertips exposed her true feelings.

She didn’t even dare to look directly at Oliver, fearing to see indifference and resistance on his face.

This would only embarrass her further.

"Sorry."

Annie laughed dryly, perhaps to explain her earlier behavior.

The silence of Oliver dragged Annie’s heart to the bottom; she bit her lower lip, gathered her chaotic thoughts, and slowly spoke.

"Didn’t you say you’d already left Druarus? Why... um..."

But Annie’s words hadn’t finished before she was pulled back into embrace, a searing kiss muffling all her sounds.

Annie blinked, dazed, her eyelashes still attached with droplets.

Yet Annie’s next move was one even she hadn’t anticipated.

She reached out and pushed Oliver away.

This instantly dampened Oliver’s mood.

It turned out Annie was still resisting him.

Oliver took a deep breath, suppressing the churning bitterness in his chest, originally intending to say something to ease the awkwardness.

But Annie shook her head and mumbled:

"I don’t want to dream like this."

Oliver was stunned for a moment, then saw Annie covering her cheek, her voice somewhat muffled.

"When the dream ends, there’s nothing left, and I can’t see you anymore... Oliver, I regret it, I clearly can’t bear you leaving, but why can’t I say it..."

As Annie murmured, she retreated.

Yet Oliver, having realized, was quicker to grab her hand.