Chapter 41: I’ll Give You Anything You Like
Chapter 41: I’ll Give You Anything You Like
"Sir, you can't enter this place. This is the VIP suite, you can't get in without verification..."
Upon getting out of the lift, Gwenda peeked around the corner and saw Ian menacingly leading a group
of men over while the hotel manager tried everything he could to stop them.
At this point, they were only 50 metres away from the lifts. If she tried to leave now, she would most
certainly be caught. But staying in the lift was not a viable option either.
Seeing that the hotel manager was about to lose, Gwenda gritted her teeth and crouched down,
sneaking her way back to where she had started from.
...
Standing before the familiar elegant door, Gwenda knocked quietly on it, her eyes darting about as if
she was a thief.
The door opened very soon, and a pair of legs gracefully came into view.
Gwenda smiled awkwardly and looked up at him.
"Um, Mr. Petit..."
"Yeah?"
Olivier asked with a faint smile, his eyebrow raised.
Gwenda pursed her lips in embarrassment.
After all, what kind of person would not feel embarrassed if they ran away but came back again...
Seeing that the tips of her ears went red, Olivier smiled but did not make things difficult for her. He only
patted her head gently and moved aside. "Come in." Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.
As soon as the door closed, all sounds outside the room were cut off.
Gwenda heaved a deep sigh of relief, knowing that she was completely safe here.
She glanced around the room and noticed that Olivier had been about to have dinner. A simple meal
set was laid out on the table in the living room.
Gwenda sat on the sofa, her eyes unconsciously drifting over to the steak on the table before her. She
could not help but salivate at the sight of it.
Having been working for most of the day, she had not eaten nor drunk a thing.
Noticing her gaze, Olivier poured a glass of water for Gwenda and pushed the meal tray over to her.
"Eat, I haven't touched it."
"But how could I..." Gwenda could not fathom doing such a thing.
...
Before she could finish, her stomach released a loud growl, causing Gwenda to blush heavily.
Olivier laughed and handed the cutlery to her, saying, "Just eat," in amusement.
If she continued to refuse she would appear pretentious. So, Gwenda just smiled shyly and began to
eat.
Olivier sat down and looked at her with doting eyes.
Soon, Gwenda had eaten most of the dishes on the table.
But she did not touch the plate of prawns at all.
Olivier's keen senses took note of this, and he asked curiously, "You don't like prawns?"
"It's a hassle to eat them."
Gwenda said with disdain.
"So, it's not that you don't like them."
Olivier chuckled as he reached a conclusion.
Gwenda did not comment on Olivier's response.
Then, she watched as Olivier put on a pair of plastic gloves and peeled the prawn shells for her before
placing them in her bowl. "Eat."
Gwenda froze and stared at the prawn in her bowl before looking up at Olivier. Her eyes held a myriad
of emotions.
It was not that she thought that peeling prawn shells were troublesome. It was just that Martin loved
eating prawns back then, and she would automatically peel them for him. Now, upon seeing prawns,
Gwenda would recall how inferior she had been. So, she stopped eating them.
She did not expect a big-shot CEO like Olivier would willingly stoop to do such a thing...
Sensing her gaze on him, Olivier smiled but did not stop what he was doing. He said gently, "I will peel
them for you if you'd like to eat them next time."
In that moment, an unknown feeling surged into Gwenda's heart. It ate away at her defenses until they
collapsed.
"What are you waiting for? Eat."
Gwenda gazed at the prawns in her bowl and ate one.
The sweet taste of the meat spread across the tip of her tongue and her heart was also likewise filled
with a sense of joy.
...
Gwenda ate quite a great deal for this meal.
When she put down the cutlery, all the dishes had been emptied of food.
Just as she had finished cleaning up the table, the doorbell rang.
Gwenda tensed up and looked at Olivier.