Spoiled my CEO husband after Rebirth

Chapter 66: If You Don’t Come, I Won’t Leave

"What? No, I choked on my own breath."

Gwenda coughed a few more times.

Olivier chuckled lowly before raising his voice a little. "Is it because I haven't called you in a while

now?"

"How did you know..."

As soon as Gwenda said that, she regretted it and changed tack. "No, it's not that."

"It isn't?"

Gwenda could hear the smile in Olivier's deep and mellow voice. It crept into her eardrum and spread

all over her body like an electric current.

A blush crawled uncontrollably onto her face.

Gulping, Gwenda changed the topic and asked, "What did you call me for?"

"I'm on a business trip." Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Olivier said lowly.

Gwenda blinked. "Okay."

No wonder she had not heard from him in so long.

"Do you want anything? I'll get it for you."

"No, thanks, I don't need anything."

Gwenda said just as she heard a woman's voice from the other end of the line...

"Sir, this is the latest model in our store."

Gwenda was stunned and asked curiously, "Are you shopping?"

"Yeah, I'll be back tomorrow morning. Can you pick me up?"

Olivier asked as he studied the bracelet that the clerk brought over for him.

Gwenda hesitated and was about to refuse when he added, "I'll be waiting for you."

Gwenda facepalmed and said, "Do I even have a choice?"

"What do you think?"

Olivier asked in return.

Gwenda pursed her lips and said seriously, "Mr. Petit, you're the one who's wooing me. How could you

demand things of me?"

"Well, that's reasonable."

Olivier chuckled and deliberately asked, "So, you'd like for me to find you at your studio after I've gotten

off the plane?"

Gwenda choked on her words as her thoughts ran rampant.

"Then the whole world would know that he's trying to woo me!

What the hell!"

Knowing that she was unable to argue with him, Olivier's smile grew bigger as he instructed the clerk to

wrap up the bracelet for him.

After that, he gave Gwenda his flight information and said, "I'll be waiting for you tomorrow, Gwenda."

Then, he hung up the phone.

Gwenda stared at the darkening screen of her phone in disbelief before wordlessly facepalming once

again.

He was still so rude...

...

The next day, Gwenda took some time out of her busy schedule and drove alone to the airport.

On the way, Hattie kept complaining to her through the phone. "Gwenda, you already have such a busy

schedule, and you've got to go there in person. How much time will that take?"

"It won't take long. I'll head back as soon as I pick up that person."

Gwenda tried to fudge her way through the matter.

"What kind of VIP person is that?"

Hattie asked in confusion.

Gwenda hesitated and mumbled, "Just a friend."

"Friend? Your boyfriend?"

Hattie worked it out very quickly and found the answer to her question. "Oh, I know! It's Mr. Petit!"

Gwenda admired the sharpness of Hattie's mind but did not deign to answer her.

"It's really Mr. Petit?" Hattie laughed joyfully, "Then it's alright, you guys have fun. I can handle things at

the studio. If there's anything that I can't manage, I'll text you."

After that, Hattie hung up the phone cheerfully.

Gwenda rolled her eyes and threw her phone to the passenger seat.

She did not want to think about anything else.

...

At the airport, Olivier's flight had arrived ahead of schedule.

After getting off the plane, he made his way to the arrival hall, but he did not see Gwenda there. His

handsome face darkened at that.

Next to him, Otto knew that his boss had informed Gwenda to come pick him up. When he saw no one,

he assured Olivier, "Miss Evans may have been caught in a traffic jam or something. Why don't we wait

for a little while longer?"

"Fine."

Olivier did not refuse. He walked over to a less crowded area and chose to wait there in silence.

Otto sighed to himself.

Only Miss Evans would dare to make the boss wait...