"What are you looking at!"

Olivia fiercely smacked him on the head with a pillow.

Wayne quickly averted his gaze. "Sorry, I was groggy from sleep and forgot you were in my arms."

He got up as the flush on his face quickly faded. He leaned on the edge of the bed and said, "I slept really well last night."

"Get out!" Olivia was furious, wishing to chop his fingers off and take the ring directly.

Wayne was distracted all morning, occasionally glancing at his fingers.

"Mr. Maxwell, is there something on your hand? You've looked at it a hundred times," Alan asked as he was puzzled.

Wayne dismissed his unrealistic thoughts and replied, "It's nothing. Go find me some women."

"Women? Mr. Maxwell, you've finally come around. A man should settle down and then focus on his career. Look at your age. Getting married and having children is the best thing you can do now."

"Who told you I'm getting married? I'm asking you to find women to satisfy my needs."

"Huh?"

Alan was confused. The man