Stunned for a moment, a ripple of panic flashed in Oliver Hudson's eyes.
He quickly squashed down his erratic heartbeat, his voice relaxed and gentle, "Awake? Thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water."
Without waiting for Annie's response, he turned away to pour a glass of water from the table.
Annie sat up on the couch, and the blanket on her body slipped a little with her movements. She put the pillow in her arms onto her knees without looking at Oliver Hudson.
She chuckled slowly after a while, looking at him with a hint of mockery in her voice. "Oliver Hudson, I beg you, stop pretending."
As if expecting her to say this, Oliver Hudson's face didn't reveal any emotion.
He gently pushed the glass forward and whispered, "It's hot outside, drink more water."
Annie looked down at the glass, her eyes briefly pausing.
Just as Oliver's gesture had been held for almost a few minutes, a massive wave of hatred flashed in her eyes, and she knocked over the glass.