Chapter 127: Wife, We Can Do Physiotherapy Before Bed

Olivia Jenkins shoved Daniel Marshall's hand mercilessly away, refusing to let him touch her.

Cold light shone from her almond-shaped eyes as she glared at Daniel, "Don't meddle with my business! Besides, I can only control what I do, not what others want to do."

A nearly imperceptible ripple flitted across Daniel's dark eyes. His aloof, handsome face was marked by a sharp chill as he warned, "Neither of these men are up to any good. Don't blame me for not warning you if something goes wrong."

"So let me guess, there are no good men left in this world, except for you? Damn it, Daniel, get over yourself!" Olivia's pretty face did nothing to hide her scorn.

She scoffed at Daniel's warning.

Daniel himself was just as bad. How could he not see his own faults? How could he presume to judge others when he himself had thick skin?

Daniel fixed his gaze on Olivia.