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Chapter 76: You Didn’t Change Your Passcode. Were You Waiting for Me?
Chapter 76: You Didn’t Change Your Passcode. Were You Waiting for Me?
Gwenda looked up at him in confusion.
Olivier raised an eyebrow at her as he gazed deeply into her eyes. He asked with amusement, "It's
been so long and you still haven't changed your passcode. What, were you waiting for me to come
back?"
Gwenda's heart skipped a beat, and the blush spread towards the back of her ears. Avoiding his gaze,
she stuttered, "I just forgot, I'll... I'll change it eventually."
"Change it?"
Olivier frowned and said with seriousness, "It's better that you don't. How else would I get in if you got
sick next time?"
Gwenda pursed her lips. "You can ring the doorbell."
"It's not convenient to ring the doorbell when I could just walk in."
Olivier walked over and trapped her between him and the shoe rack. He leaned down to look at her as
he said playfully, "Don't you think so?"
Gwenda instantly held her breath, her face burning hot.
"I'm just curious, if you haven't changed your passcode, does that mean that my things are still there..."
As he said that, Olivier turned to look around the living room, his gazed stopping on the door of the
guest room he had previously occupied.
Gwenda's suddenly felt like something was squeezing her heart and she said hurriedly, "Didn't I tell you
before? I threw it all away, so that room is now empty."
"Is that so?"
Olivier eyed her with amusement before he chuckled, "Then I'll go in and take a look."
As he was about to do that, Gwenda stopped him. "Um..."
"What's wrong?"
Olivier looked down and saw that she had grabbed hold of his arm. A mischievous grin appeared on his
face.
"I'm hungry. Let's order some takeout. I haven't eaten anything for the whole day."
Gwenda looked up at him. Her dark eyes carried a hint of grievance.
Olivier raised an eyebrow, knowing what her intentions were, but he did not expose her. He simply
nodded and said, "Alright."
"Then I'll order now."
Gwenda then tapped into an application in her phone, silently breathing a sigh of relief even as she
scrolled down the screen.
A few minutes later, she said, "I'm done ordering. Let's wait in the living room."
As she spoke, Gwenda dragged Olivier into the living room.
They sat down on the couch. Gwenda wanted to make him some tea, but he stopped her. "Don't This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
bother. Sit down."
With his arm around her waist, Olivier pulled her in for an embrace as he said, "Rest. Once the takeout
arrives, I'll wake you."
"I'm not tired."
Gwenda yawned as she spoke.
Olivier laughed. "Don't worry, you don't have to keep an eye on me. I won't enter that room."
Gwenda froze for a bit but pretended to not understand what he was saying. "What are you talking
about? I'm really not tired."
Olivier's smile deepened as he gently stroked her messy hair. His voice became a little deeper as he
said, "Even if you're not sleepy, just lean on me and try to get some rest."
As he spoke, he guided her head to lean against his chest.
Gwenda struggled for a moment but to no avail. Eventually, she did as he wished and leaned against
his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat and closed her eyes.
They sat quietly in the living room, just like that.
The doorbell rang half an hour later.
Gwenda opened her eyes and said, "I'll get it."
She got up and went over to the door.
Out of habit, she peered through the peephole, thinking that it was the deliveryman.
But when she saw who it was, she froze, her hand stilling on the door handle.
"What's wrong?"
Olivier asked in confusion when he saw that she did not open the door.
Gwenda did not reply.
Then, her phone rang.
Gwenda glanced at the screen and instantly became more irritated than ever.