"Why you take me here?"She asked standing beside the car door.
Alan had went up a few steps on the stairs. He suddenly ran back to her and unexpectedly, he carried her up on his shoulder.
Olive screamed out reaching her fist smashing on his back,"What are you doing? Put me down."
He carried her to the third floor even without panting and his steps were stable. But her, her head were heading downwards breathing in cold wind making her lungs frozen.
"Alan you maniac! What trick are you playing this time?"She smashed him and kicked him.
However, her attacks were nothing for him. Instead, his slap on her hips made her feel crying hurt.
She wore thick clothes but did not help. He slapped hard and gave her a burning feeling.
Just next that, there was another slap.
Olive was humiliating. How dare he slap her?
Alan threw her on a big soft bed standing akimbo looking at her with a cold sight.
How dare she said let go her?
She would have nothing to quibble when he got the report. He wondered how could she refute him with her glib mouth.
Olive was frightened since he was looking at her in a strange way. She covered herself with the quilt,"What you want?"
"I have looked you for many times. Why are you still so shy?"Alan was talking sarcastically.
That was true. Olive jumped down from the bed,"Why you take me here then?"
"I would like to talk with you nicely."
"Why should we be here for talking? Why not be in living room or study room?"The bed behind her was making her nervous.
"Is there any difference between be in a bedroom or a living room or a study room if I really want you? Even in the kitchen and you hold a knife in your hand. Do you think that you can escape from me?"
"You are just showing off your force."Olive pursed her lips. But he was talking truth. A woman was always on the weaker side comparing with a man.
"Be obedient then."It was better for him that Olive could admit her identity straightly and make clear about Annie.
"In your dream. I'm not your pet."She would not be Olive if she becomes obedient,"Just be quick if you have anything to talk. Don't be roundabout."
It was too cold in the room. Maybe it was because it was too warm in the car.
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