Spoiled my CEO husband after Rebirth

Chapter 163 You Have a Good Impression of Samuel?

However, Samuel did not seem to realise the danger, and continued, "Believe me, Gwenda's got a

pretty good impression of me. Oh, yeah, she also invited me to visit her studio!"

"Is. That. True?"

Olivier bit out these three words coldly through gritted teeth.

Samuel froze and turned to look at him. "You're mad? I told you, you're too confident. You can never tell

if she really..."

Before he could finish, a bun was shoved into his mouth.

Olivier's eyes gleamed dangerously as he stared at Samuel, giving him a fake smile as he said, "Eat

up."

Samuel frowned as he took the bun out of his mouth and glared at the one responsible. "Olivier, you..."

Yet another bun lodged itself into his mouth.

Tyrell said, "Olivier's right, do eat up."

...

A series of muffled protests came from Samuel, but Tyrell and Olivier both chose to ignore him.

...

...

Gwenda happened to get back at this time, and saw Samuel in that comical state of having a bun

stuffed in his mouth. She could not help but chuckle. "Mr. Kinney, what are you..."

"He got hungry. Just ignore him."

Olivier reached out to hold her hand. "Why is it so cold?"

"Well, I've just washed my hands."

Gwenda flushed and answered softly.

"Let's warm it up then."

Olivier's grip on her hand tightened a little.

Feeling the warmth of his palm around her hand, the flush on Gwenda's face grew until it had spread

over to her ears.

This public display of affection made Samuel feel annoyed.

Taking the second bun out of his mouth, he glared at Olivier before leaning closer to Tyrell, grumbling,

"Bro, don't you think Olivier's creepy like this?"

"He'll be even creepier if you don't shut up."

Tyrell shot him a look of annoyance.

Samuel huffed. "I'm just mad that he stole my woman. Besides, Gwenda never said that she'd be with

him, and he's already acting like he owns her. It's absolutely detestable!"

"Steal your woman?"

Tyrell snorted with raised eyebrows. "Go tell Olivier the very same thing if you've got the guts to."

"Do you think I'm crazy?! Women are like clothes. Do I look like the kind of person who would fall out

with his mate over a woman??"

"Wuss!"

"You..."

Samuel was pissed. "Forget it, I'm done talking to you. You wouldn't understand even if I tried."

...

Tyrell snorted disdainfully and chose to ignore him once more.

...

Half an hour later, they left the restaurant after paying the bill. Samuel then suggested, "Let's go for a

second round. I heard that Club Obsidian had gotten a new batch of liquor. We could go try them out."

"No, thanks. I want to spend time with my wife."

After his refusal, Tyrell went straight to the parking lot.

Olivier cocked and eyebrow and said, "Me too."

As he spoke, he was about to leave when Samuel reached out to block his path.

"Hold up!"

With narrowed eyes, Samuel hissed through gritted teeth. "Everyone knows that my brother has a wife,

but since when did you get a wife and who are you supposed to be spending time with?"

"She's right there!"

Olivier jerked his chin in Gwenda's direction, where she was waiting for him.

Samuel hissed in exasperation and exclaimed, "Olivier f*cking Petit! You've reached the peak of

absolute shamelessness!"

"Takes one to know one, huh?"

Olivier patted him on the shoulder and left.

Samuel put his hand on his chest, gazing at Olivier's retreating figure in a tragic manner. "Y— you,

you've gone too far..."

"Get home early, yeah?"

Olivier waved casually without turning around.

Samuel gritted his teeth. "Don't provoke me, a*shole! I've got plenty of women! Hmph!"

Olivier did not respond as he arrived next to Gwenda and opened the car door for her. "Get in."

"What's wrong with Mr. Kinney? He seems pretty upset. What did you say to him?"

"Just ignore him. His brain malfunctions on a daily basis, so he gets angry pretty easily."

...

Gwenda chortled and got into the car while Olivier went over to the driver's side. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

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When the car started, Gwenda asked with a smile, "You guys seem to have a pretty good relationship.

Have you known each other long?"

"Yes, I guess we're childhood friends. The Kinneys used to live on the same street as the Petits, and I

guess that kinda makes us neighbours."

"No wonder..."

Gwenda smiled faintly. "I think Mr. Kinney's good-tempered. He's easy to talk to, unlike his brother, who

is rather cold."

"You have a good impression of Samuel Kinney?"

Olivier asked with a frown as he recalled what Samuel had said during dinner.

Gwenda did not notice anything and nodded. "Yeah, he's easy to get along with."

Dissatisfaction flickered through Olivier's eyes as he reminded her, "Stay away from him in the future."

"Why?"

"He's too dumb. I'm worried that he might influence you."

...

Gwenda burst out laughing once more. "Does he know that you're making up stories about him behind

his back?"

Were they not childhood friends?

"I'm telling the truth!"

Olivier said calmly, "His brain was injured as a child, so his mental faculties are a little impaired."

"Really?"

Gwenda thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Kinney is witty and humorous. He seems to be very

normal."

"This is a facade. There are many things that you don't know about."

Olivier said with a straight face.

Gwenda frowned. "Does this count as a secret among the wealthy?"

"Yeah. Anyway, just stay away from him as a precaution, okay? It wouldn't be good if he actually

harmed you."

Gwenda was a little sceptical. "Alright, I will keep my distance in the future."

"Good."

Olivier caressed her head. His eyes were shining with a victorious gleam that was unseen by Gwenda.

Meanwhile, Samuel, who just had stories made up about him, felt a chill run down his spine out of

nowhere.

It was only autumn. Since when did it get so cold?