Wayne finally came to his senses but did not let go. His eyes were filled with a cold glint as he asked in a deep voice, "What are you trying to do?"

Olivia held the silver needle with a look of grievance and replied, "The needle fell near your hand. I was just picking it up."

Wayne released his grip only then. "Sorry, it was a reflex. Are you alright?"

The distinct red mark on Olivia's neck hardly looked harmless. He felt even more remorseful. "I never intended to harm you."

"I understand.