It was Darrell again. Olivia lifted her head and shot him a cold gaze. "Is anything the matter?"

He was wearing a white suit. In addition to his good looks, others perceived him as a gentleman.

She was the only person who knew how evil his intentions were beneath that facade.

"Why are you giving me the cold shoulder? I'm just worried about you."

"Didn't I tell you that I'll dislocate your jaw if you aren't careful with your words?"

He touched his wrist instinctively. "You look cold, but you have quite a temper. It makes me curious about something—does your character change this much in bed as well?"

As soon as he finished, Olivia splashed the glass of warm water in her hand onto Darrell's face.

Despite her small action, everyone turned to them within a fleeting second.

The two were involved in the gossip, so people's eyes were always on them.

Jessica, whose expression had changed, hurried over to them.

"Liv, what's going on here? Did my son do anything to you? You're humiliating him