“Olivia…” Vincent shouted, his eyes widening in horror.
Olivia was about to fall, but Vincent’s reflex was quick enough to grab her wrist and pull her towards him. His strong arms enveloped her petite body tightly. Olivia stared into his eyes, resting her hands against his chest. The worry and fear in his eyes astonished her.
“What is this? Can't you watch out?” Vincent scolded her.
Olivia kept staring at him in a daze.
Vincent scrunched his face and rebuked her, “Do you want to die? What is so craze about taking photos? Don't you know that standing on the edge of the cliff is dangerous? Stop being childish, Olivia.”
Olivia gaped at him as she blinked and cocked her head. His harsh words didn’t make her feel bad. The concern in his eyes intoxicated her. She assumed that his rage was a manifestation of his love for her.