Adam Sinclair noticed that she was not as resistant to him as before. Although he didn't know exactly what caused this small change, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of surprise. He held back his excitement, keeping it off his face, his eyes narrowing slightly as he calmly said, "Then I'll just have to find a chance to steal your ID and take you to the Civil Affairs Bureau."
Olivia Lewis frowned and was about to speak.
Adam quickly interjected, "The golden retriever at home is sick, caught a cold, and it said it really wants you to visit."
"Since when did dogs start talking?" Olivia tried to keep a stern face, coldly querying him.
She meant to expose his clumsy lie without saving him any face.
Unexpectedly, the man on the sickbed remained unruffled, gripping her wrist, his eyebrows not even twitching as he responded, "If dogs can be called benefactors, why can't they speak?"
Damn it!
Olivia found herself caught right there.
