Chapter 43: The Hated Perfume

Oliver glanced at his cold reflection in the mirror, his voice calm as he responded, “I will.” But as he lowered his gaze, he noticed the bite mark on his wrist. Instantly, the memory of kissing Alison in the car flashed in his mind. “You can rest easy now,” he added before turning to leave, no longer wanting to stay. For some reason, being around Jenny no longer felt appealing. Jenny, however, felt relieved after receiving the answer she wanted, her face lighting up with a radiant smile. It was as if the person who had just tried to slit her wrists wasn’t her at all. Her eyes sparkled with admiration as she gazed at Oliver, slowly rising from the bathtub. Barefoot, she stepped closer to Oliver, wrapping her arms around him tightly. “Oliver...” Jenny’s voice was soft and tender as she hugged him. At that moment, she subtly loosened the belt of her robe, revealing a seductive nightgown underneath, one she had specifically chosen to catch Oliver’s eye. She was confident that once th