Spoiled by Mr Russell

Olivia walked over. Seeing her reach out her hands, Edward wanted to ask her what she wanted, then felt his body rush forward. She rolled the wheelchair up to the couch and plopped onto it before bringing it closer so he could face her.

Edward was stunned.

“Edward, there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for some days, but I didn’t know how.” Probably feeling brave due to the alcohol, Olivia rambled as she pulled at his wheelchair with one hand and held up the beer can with another.

“Don’t you feel that you’ve become ill-tempered since you returned? It’s almost as if you’ve turned into a different person!” She said, then tilted her head back and took another swig.

Edward said, “Oh? Have I?”

He answered coldly with a tightly furrowed brow.

pointing out, “At first I thought you must not be in a good mood because you’re injured, and I could understand that. However, you’ve grown crankier and crankier after so

to do anything, let alone make me cry. N- Now that you saw I was bleeding, you don’t

her injured hand, she pouted and felt he had

However, Edward remained cold and looked down at his own body.

Olivia was speechless.

how could he say that? In the past, he would shower me with concern if I scraped my skin, but now he feels nothing watching

dismissive wave of her hands, and she changed the subject. “You told me he pushed

own a*s. I believed all that because you said it. I believed what you said! However,

it? What proof do I have to show that he pushed me? We both know about it, and since he doesn’t admit