Three Treasures: Spoiled Wife Goes Wild-Chapter 1806: Farewell

Just as Annie Anne was about to speak, Oliver Hudson stepped forward, stretching out his arms, pulling her directly into his embrace.

It was still that warm embrace, and the familiar scent of sandalwood drifted into Annie Anne’s nose.

As long as she was lost in this embrace, Annie Anne felt as though everything in the past could be forgotten.

She wanted to be with the person in front of her.

From beginning to end, she had always thought this way.

Therefore, Annie Anne slowly raised her palm.

But just as her fingertips were about to touch Oliver Hudson’s back, his next words left Annie Anne stunned in place.

"Annie, I’m sorry, I’m here to say goodbye."

As he spoke, Oliver Hudson had already released Annie Anne.

Annie Anne’s expression was a bit dazed; she looked up and met Oliver Hudson’s gaze.

Clearly, it was the most familiar pair of eyes, yet the emotions that filled them now left Annie Anne a bit perplexed.

"What?"

With trembling lips, Annie Anne murmured these two words lightly.

"All along, I’ve selfishly kept you by my side, perhaps everything I’ve done has been a kind of torture for you."

Oliver Hudson looked deeply at Annie Anne.

Etching her face deeply into his memory.

"So this time, I’m letting go."

Oliver Hudson’s face originally had no expression, yet even as he spoke this sentence, a gentle smile played on his lips.

As if he had let go of a long-pursued obsession, and perhaps was freeing Annie Anne.

But only Oliver Hudson knew how much courage it took to say this sentence.

However, he truly couldn’t bear to see Annie Anne so saddened by his side.

So-called love, so-called hate, both seemed like shackles, tightly intertwining the two of them.

All along the key was in his hand, but he was addicted to the warmth emanating from Annie Anne, imprisoning her in a cage he fashioned for her.

Annie Anne stood there, blankly staring at Oliver Hudson before her; she didn’t know what expression she had, but the smile on Oliver Hudson’s lips felt glaringly painful.

Such a light gaze fell upon her, like a knife stabbing into her heart.

Why does it hurt so much?

Annie Anne felt that the outcome she awaited shouldn’t be like this.

Yet she hypocritically shifted her gaze aside, even pretending to be relaxed as she spoke, as if Oliver Hudson’s words had no effect on her.

"Is that so? Have you already decided... where you want to go?"

Anne placed her hands behind her back, her fingertips tightly twisting, nails digging into her palms, leaving deep red marks.

She, like Oliver Hudson before her, pretended to be calm.

"Perhaps..." Oliver Hudson hesitated, then answered softly.

"A place with vast fields of yellow tulips, perhaps."

Annie Anne’s pupils trembled fiercely, and silence spread between the two of them.

The lengthy moment made the passage of time between them feel extraordinarily slow, isolating everything else from the outside world.

Oliver Hudson looked at Annie Anne before him; originally, he wanted to raise his hand to brush away the stray hair on Annie Anne’s cheek, but as he moved, Annie Anne turned her head.

Thus, unknowingly but skillfully, they missed each other.