Chapter 138

Oliver's smile grew. "Are you dreaming about me?" Grace didn't answer and continued dreaming. Oliver had lost interest in working. He now wanted to enter Grace's dream and see what kind of person he was in her dream world. He put his phone away, turned slightly, and admired Grace's features. Her dark eyebrows were as delicate as a painting, her eyelashes curved, her skin was fair and tender, and the fine hairs on her face were faintly visible under the sunlight. Her lips were pink and moist, like a fresh and juicy peach. Oliver's Adam's apple moved. However, he thought her lips were a hundred times sweeter than any peach. He picked up a strand of her long hair and played with it in his hand, bringing it to his nose to catch a faint fragrance. Oliver realized that he loved everything about Grace. He loved her scent, voice, temper, how she ate, and how she hit him. He grabbed her hands, noting that they felt so soft that when he squeezed them, they felt boneless. She understood