Chapter 91 Martin, You’re Not Happy?
"Want to try it on?"
Olivier''s arm moved to be in front of her, and his warm breath gently wafted against her neck.
Gwenda stiffened. "I..."
"Shush!"
Olivier leaned down, his fingers little pinpricks of warmth on her skin as they casually brushed across
the surface of her flesh. His touch felt as if it was electrified...
Gwenda shuddered and held her breath. Her heart raced inadvertently.
A momentter, cold air wafted at her neck. When she looked down, Gwenda realised that her
ne had been taken off and reced with the "Heart of the Ocean".
"It looks good."
A smile tugged at Olivier''s lips.
Gazing at the ne with her head down, Gwenda''s eyes flickered with uncertainty. "I think I''d rather
take it off."
"Why?"
"Wearing this makes it look as if I''m unting myself. I''m used to keeping a low profile, so I''d prefer not
to be so ostentatious."
As she spoke, Gwenda removed the ne and ced it back inside its box.
"Here, take it back."
Gwenda insisted on returning the "Heart of the Ocean" to him.
His eyes flickering, Olivier wrapped an arm around her waist and murmured, "I never take back the
things that I''ve given out. If you don''t like this gift, you can throw it away right now."
"You..."
Gwenda was furious.
Olivier raised his eyebrows. "If you can''t bear to do it, I''ll do it for you."
As he spoke, he made it look as if he was really going to dispose of the ne.
Gwenda hurriedly stopped him. "Fine, fine. I''ll take it!"
What the hell, 100 million dors so easily discarded.
She really had to hand it to Olivier...
"Wouldn''t it have been easier if you just epted it from the start?"
Olivier returned the box to her.
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Gwenda put it away and sighed resignedly. "You''re really wilful just because you''re rich."
"I''m only wilful for you."
Olivier slowly tightened his embrace.
Trapped against him, Gwenda could smell the scent of Olivier''s cologne. She began to feel hot.
Her heart pounded like a rhythmic drum.
"By the way, you mentioned in your message that you were not interested in snatching other people''s
desires. What do you mean by that?"
Olivier suddenly brought up the topic.
Gwenda pursed her lips and did her best to calm down. She then said slowly, "Didn''t you see Martin
Morel trying to get the ne? He wants to gift it to Gretchen."
"Oh?"
Olivier''s tone was questioning as he casually stroked at Gwenda''s hair. "So, you''re saying that I''m the
one who has snatched the desires of others?"
"Yeah."
Gwenda nodded. Then, she seemed to have thought of something and grinned. "But seeing them
humiliated was quite enjoyable as they failed to get the ne."
Justina had tried to pay lip service before, but now the ne was not in Gretchen''s hands.
...
Olivier''s dark eyes observed her face and smiled dotingly. "If you''re happy, then it''s good."
They stayed in the lounge for a while.
It was not until Gwenda''s phone rang with Hattie''s caller ID that she remembered that herpanions
were still in the banquet hall.
"It''s almost time. I have to go."
Gwenda got up.
"Let''s go together."
Olivier wrapped an arm around her waist as he led her out of the lounge, not giving Gwenda the
chance to refuse him.
Resigned, Gwenda texted Hattie to let her know that she was leaving before them.
When Hattie saw the text in the banquet hall, she tsked. "I can feel the love through the d*mned
screen."
"What''s wrong?"
Cecilia looked at her curiously.
"Gwenda has been "abducted". We can only go back by ourselves. Let''s go."
Cecilia did not ask too many questions and followed her.
...
At the hotel entrance, Martin was trying to find a quiet ce to have a smoke after he left the banquet
hall.
Gretchen caught up to him and asked, "Martin, are you okay?"
Seeing her, Martin paused in his motions for a cigarette, and his eyes darkened. "I''m fine."
"Are you unhappy?"