Chapter 12: I'm Moving Over
Gwenda went downstairs with her head full of questions.
In the car, Otto nearly had a heart attack.
Having found out that his boss wanted to move in with Miss Evans, he asked, "Boss, are you serious?"
"Do you think I'm joking?"
"But-"
"Remember to bring up my luggage and tell grandma that she doesn't need to look for me these days."
With that, Olivier got out of the car.
Otto was dumbstruck.
At this moment, Gwenda was making her way downstairs. As soon as she walked out of the stairwell, she saw the fine figure of Olivier leaning lazily on the car.
His arm was still wrapped in gauze.
Blinking, she hurried forward. "Mr. Petit, why are you here? Your injury..."
"The doctor said that as long as I'm in a good mood, I will recover quickly despite the severity of my wound. I thought about it and realised that you're the only one who can keep me happy." "Huh?" Gwenda was confused.
"So, are you willing to take me in?"
Olivier's eyes were fixed on her, his voice low and soft. It was also warm, causing the tips of Gwenda's ears to turn red.
She closed her eyes and refused to be bewitched by his appearance.
"Take him in? What does that mean?" Gwenda thought to herself before asking, "You mean, you want to live in my house?"
"I won't bother you too much, and I don't eat much either. You won't mind, right?"
Olivier smiled innocently.
Gwenda was stunned. "But Mr. Petit, the two of us in a room together, I'm afraid..."
Before Gwenda could finish, a shadow loomed over her, and a low voice sounded in her ear. " You promised me that you wouldn't resist me."
"But..."
"There's no 'but'!"
Olivier leaned down and stared into her eyes with his own. The corners of his mouth quirked up and he asked compellingly, "What's your apartment number?"
"2903."
Gwenda answered without thinking.
"Alright."
A cunning look flashed through Olivier's eyes as he straightened up and walked past her, heading for the stairwell.
Otto, on the other hand, cast a sympathetic look at Gwenda before following his boss. He was carrying Olivier's luggage with him.
"Poor Miss Evans, there's no fighting with the boss. He'll win either way." Otto thought ruefully as he went up the stairs.
Gwenda was flabbergasted as she looked at the two men ahead of her.
"This guy... Isn't he being rather abrupt?"
Gwenda thought incredulously as she facepalmed.
Sighing, she went after them.
In the end, she still could not beat Olivier.
In the same space, no matter where Gwenda went, she could feel his powerful aura.
This made her quite uncomfortable.
After hesitating for a while, Gwenda finally decided to make things clear with him.
Looking at the tall figure curled up on her single-person sofa, Gwenda sighed internally.
Her apartment was not that large. Now that there was an extra man in it, the air seemed charged with testosterone.
Gwenda gradually felt a little hot. She took a deep breath and used the time spent in the kitchen pouring tea to calm herself. After a while, she came out of the kitchen with a pot of herbal tea.
Now that she had calmed down some, she was ready to make her stance clear with him.
"Mr. Petit, please have a cup of tea."
Gwenda set down the tea tray on the coffee table and sat at a safe distance away from Olivier.
"Thank you."
Olivier picked up his teacup and took a sip. He glanced at where she was sitting and his eyes darkened.
Gwenda bit her lower lip and looked at Olivier's calm face. After a while, she summoned up the courage to say, "Mr. Petit..."
"I heard that you ran away from home?"
Olivier interrupted her in a low voice.
Gwenda was stunned. "How did you know?"
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