His breath spilled onto Olivia Lewis's face, and she recoiled slightly, "No, I wasn't thinking about anything."
"You're lying." Adam Sinclair locked eyes with her, his expression unchanged, "I can tell what you're thinking in an instant, I told you to leave it to me, you don't need to think about anything! Protecting one's woman is a man's duty, if I, as a man, need you to sacrifice yourself to protect me, I might as well be reborn as a woman!"
"Actually... have you ever looked in a mirror? I think you'd look pretty good as a woman. I once saw a female artist on set use a photo of you to edit into a female version; I saw it, and it looked really good. You'd be the haughty and noble type—this style would be quite popular in the entertainment industry," Olivia weakly added.
Adam was so angry he couldn't catch his breath, gritting his teeth, he growled her name, "Olivia Lewis!"
Can't this woman be a bit more honest? Does she always have to be so flippant?
