"Olivia Lewis, cut it out, I'm not buying it, hurry and come over."
"Hello, hello, Sister Sunny? Strange, there's really no sound." After saying that, she decisively hung up the phone, then quickly switched her phone to flight mode and let out a sigh of relief.
Emma, when Sunny comes over tomorrow, she's definitely done for.
But there's no choice, she can't just leave August Oliver at home unattended.
If it were another guy, she'd have kicked him out long ago, regardless of whether he was drunk. But August... she always felt a sense of indebtedness; she owed him so much before, she really couldn't ignore him in his hour of need.
After putting the phone back in her pocket, Olivia returned to the living room. She reached out to feel the forehead of the man curled up on the sofa with his eyes closed, wanting to check if he had a fever.
But as soon as her hand touched him, her wrist was grabbed, and she was unexpectedly pulled into the man's embrace, tightly held.
"August?"
