Spoiled my CEO husband after Rebirth

Chapter 121 Can I Borrow Your Bathroom?

"Yeah, what's up?"

Gwenda had already changed into a nightdress. Her fair, slim legs were exposed in the air.

Water was still dripping from her hair, and her cheeks were pink from the shower. She looked like an

actress who had just finished a shower scene.

Olivier's eyes darkened, and he swallowed impassively. Then, he said, "My bathroom light is not Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

working, so I can't shower. And it's too late to repair it now. Could I shower here?"

"This..."

Gwenda wanted to refuse.

Right after that, Olivier added, "It's not convenient for me to go to Granny's or Wendy's."

"It's not convenient for you to be here either..."

Gwenda muttered in a low voice.

"Your room is the most suitable one."

Olivier's tone was firm.

Gwenda did not reply.

"May I?"

Olivier asked in a rather sincere manner, as if he really had no other intentions.

Gwenda pondered for a moment. But seeing his sincerity, she somehow agreed to it with a nod.

"Okay, I'll go get my clothes."

With that, Olivier gave her no chance to back out of it and returned to his own room.

Seeing that he had left, Gwenda was left with the realisation of what she had just done.

She facepalmed, having rendered herself speechless.

Had she gone mad?

She actually agreed to let a man, who was interested in her, to take a shower in her room.

Does that not imply that she agreed to enter into a relationship with him?

This...

Gwenda suddenly felt anxious.

Soon, knocking could be heard once more, and she nervously went up to open the door.

"Can I go in now?"

"Yes."

Gwenda nodded and shifted to let him in.

"Then, I'll be in the bathroom."

Olivier had his fresh clothes with him as he brushed past her. Gwenda could feel the warmth coming off

of him.

Gwenda pursed her lips before calling out to him. "Er, I suddenly feel that the room's a little stuffy. I'll be

heading out for a stroll to cool down."

As she spoke, she was going to leave when Olivier grabbed her arm.

A small smile appeared on his face and he asked, "Are you getting shy?"

"N... No!"

Gwenda's eyes flickered with anxiety. "Why would I be?"

"I'm just here to take a shower. What are you thinking about?"

There was a hint of playfulness in Olivier's smile.

"Nothing. Let go of me, I really want to cool down outside."

She was so hot.

Olivier released her as his gaze landed on her wet hair. "Are you sure you want to go outside with wet

hair? Won't you get a headache the next morning?"

Hearing this, Gwenda realised that her hair was still wet.

All of a sudden, she was stuck in a catch-22.

Olivier's sharp eyes saw through her thoughts and he chuckled. "Relax, I'm not going to do anything to

you."

"As if you dare to."

"Uh-huh. So, can you stay here with ease now?"

Olivier asked with raised eyebrows.

Since they had gotten to that point, Gwenda no longer had an excuse to leave. She sucked in a deep

breath and said, "Hurry up and shower then. I'll be blow-drying my hair."

"Okay."

A dark gleam flashed momentarily in Olivier's eyes, unnoticed by Gwenda. His lips quirking a little,

Olivier went into the bathroom.

Not long after, the sound of running water could be heard.

In the bedroom, Gwenda was still anxious. She was absent-minded while blow-drying her hair and

nearly burned herself several times.

After a while, her hair was finally dry. She had just put down the hair dryer when she heard Olivier

calling from the bathroom. "Gwenda..."