Before Everett could say anything, Tony continued, "But... I remember you don't care about women. When did you care so much about your sister?"
With that, Tony walked over and looked at Olivia's face carefully.
He wanted to see who she was. She actually made the man who only touched pen usually start taking the towel for her.
But soon, Tony felt that something was wrong.
He seemed to have seen this woman somewhere before.
And the more he looked at her, the more familiar he felt.
Hmm...
Tony racked his brains, but it was as if his brain had been blocked by something. He just couldn't remember.
He felt bad.
Tony looked at Everett. "Well, I think I've seen this woman somewhere before, but I just can't remember who she is. You..."
Tony's voice stopped quickly.
His eyes fell on Everett's hands.
He took a towel in his knuckled hand and held Olivia's hand in the other hand. He carefully wiped Olivia's hands and even her nails, one finger at a time.
So meticulous, so patient.
Of course, this was why Tony was stunned.
But what surprised him even more was his tenderness in his careful movements.
Penetrating everywhere.
He was so surprised.
Was this man Everett he knew before?
Did he mistook him for someone else?
Suddenly, Tony thought of something. He clapped his hands and said, "I remember!"
"She is Olivia, your nephew's wife, right?"
As soon as Tony finished speaking, the atmosphere froze.
Tony's face also stiffened.
Something... seemed to be wrong...
Everett stopped wiping Olivia's hands.
It was as if everything had stopped for a moment.
Tony looked at Everett's eyelashes, which were thicker than a woman's, perfectly covering his dark eyes and hiding his expression.
Nobody knew his mind.
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