Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 853: Chapter 853: The Joyful Frenemies

“Perfect, what kind of cake do you want? I can help you order it,” Adam Sinclair said nonchalantly.

“Dog shit flavor. Go ahead and order that,” Olivia Lewis glared back angrily.

Adam Sinclair glanced at her with amusement and chuckled, “I’ve always known you have a strong taste, but I didn’t expect it to be this strong. If you really like it, I can find a Master pastry chef to develop a dog shit flavored cake just for you. Have him make it for you three times a day to keep you full! That way people won’t say I’m mistreating you or unwilling to spend money on you.”

“…” Olivia Lewis found herself at a loss for a retort for the first time and snorted coldly, “Young Master Sinclair, you sure have a sharp tongue.”

“Whether I have a sharp tongue or not, you’ve kissed me so many times, don’t you know?” Adam Sinclair was never the type with thin skin, he just let Olivia win in the past. Today, he didn’t want to give in; he wanted this woman to learn a lesson. To keep her from threatening to break up at the drop of a hat.

Olivia was typically fierce on the outside but fragile on the inside. Despite her tendency to spout off, she appeared quite casual, but she was actually very conservative and traditional in that respect. Adam Sinclair’s words made her ears turn red, yet she stubbornly refused to admit defeat, “I just casually kissed you a couple of times, trying to get a feel for filming kissing scenes. Who would pay special attention to whether your teeth are sharp?”

...Adam Sinclair’s eyes seemed to be on fire, and he sneered coldly, “I didn’t know you’ve acted in kissing scenes before?”

He had invested in every film Olivia had worked on.

Before she even saw the scripts, he had already reviewed them. He had cut out all the intimate scenes. There wasn’t even a hand-holding scene in the scripts, let alone kissing.

If she dared to kiss a male actor on television, she should just wait for him to blacklist her!

“I acted in those before I met you. Is that not allowed?” Olivia said defiantly, “Before I met you, not only did I act in kissing scenes, but I also did XXOO scenes. I remember one of the young actors who kissed me has become top-tier now. I wonder if there’s a chance to work together again.”

“In your dreams!”

Their gazes met in midair, sparking like lightning and thunder.

Enna Clark felt utterly ignored as if she was completely isolated from their world, even though she was sitting so close.

Olivia said she didn’t like Adam Sinclair, that she wanted to break up with him.

Yet, their current interaction clearly showed they were very close; they were anything but a couple on the verge of a breakup. They were like a pair of bickering lovebirds!

Enna Clark was wondering if she should slip away and not sit there like a third wheel.

Just then, her cellphone suddenly rang.

She took it out of her purse, looked at the Caller ID, and saw it was Scott Harris. She thought Scott Harris was calling about the wedding and picked up the phone leisurely, “Hello, Mr. Harris…”

She hadn’t finished speaking when an anxious voice came through from the other end, “Ms. Clark, where are you? Hurry back. The little miss has suddenly come down with a high fever. I’ve called the Personal doctor to see her, but her Popularity isn’t subsiding…”

“What did you say? Gigi has a fever?” Enna Clark stood up abruptly, grabbing her purse, “Wait for me, I’ll be right back.”

Her movements were so abrupt that Olivia Lewis turned away from her staring contest with Adam Sinclair and stood up with concern, asking, “Enna, what happened?”

“Gigi has a fever, I need to get back. You guys go on, I have to leave,” Enna Clark was frantic.