Olivia knew the situation was spiraling beyond her control. How could she tolerate such audacity from a man?

The moment Wayne's touch nearly grazed her skin, she kneed him fiercely in the abdomen. She took advantage of Wayne's momentary pain and kicked him away.

She scrambled off the bed, panicked, and quickly grabbed a bottle of red wine. Not caring about the vintage bottle, she smashed it against the table. Wine spilled everywhere. She pointed the jagged edge at her own neck and sternly warned, "Don't come any closer!"

All this happened in the blink of an eye. Wayne knew she had a fiery temper but had not anticipated her being this fierce. "Don't be rash. I won't touch you. Just put the bottle down."

Olivia would not trust the words of a man inflamed with desire. Her voice was cold. "I'm warning you, if you lay a hand on me again, I'll end my life right in front of you."

"You won't do it. You have children. How could you bear to leave them?" Wayne challenged.

"I might have vul