Spoiled my CEO husband after Rebirth

Chapter 13: It's Settled Then

"Do you have any plans in the future?"

Instead of answering her, Olivier responded with another question. His fingers brought the teacup up to

his lips where he elegantly sipped at the tea.

Gwenda thought for a moment and said, "I'll finish my studies first. I'm going to be a senior in the next

semester."

In addition, she should also seize the time to make plans and prove herself to August.

The first step was to undermine the foundation of—

"Then finish your studies. Take it easy." Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Olivier's words interrupted her thoughts.

Gwenda asked in confusion, "Why?"

Olivier quirked his lips but did not reply.

Gwenda looked at him with suspicion and suddenly remembered that she was not finished.

As she was about to speak once more, she was interrupted again. "I'm hungry."

Gwenda was struck speechless.

"Can you cook?"

Gwenda hesitated and replied decisively, "No."

She was not lying. In her previous life, she truly did not know how to cook before the downfall of the

Evans family.

But after that, she had to live alone and gradually learned a thing or two.

It's just that in this situation, if she said yes, Olivier might have even more tricks up his sleeve. What if

he made her cook a meal for him? Would she do it or not?

Therefore, in order to drive him away as soon as possible, Gwenda could only lie and pretend that she

did not know how to cook. She even went as far as to discredit herself, hoping that Olivier would leave

after this.

"Not only do I not know how to cook, but I don't know how to clean or do the laundry either. Living with

me is quite demeaning to yourself."

Gwenda tried her best to disparage herself to persuade Olivier to back off.

But who knew after hearing what she said, Olivier merely gave her a doting smile and said, "That's fine,

you don't need to do anything."

Then, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Gwenda went to open the door suspiciously, and two middle-aged women came in.

"From now onwards, one of them will be in charge of tidying up the house while the other will cook.

They'll be punctual in their duties. If you have any instructions, just let them know."

Olivier said casually to Gwenda.

Upon hearing this, Gwenda was exasperated, because that was not quite what she meant when she

said all those things...

...

"What else do you need? Just tell me."

Gwenda facepalmed and said, "No, I don't need anything."

"Why is this guy not on the same page as me?" She wondered in frustration.

"Well, that's settled then."

Olivier smiled and gave the two housekeepers a look.

They promptly began to act.

Gwenda glanced at him and realised that he was determined to stay. She sighed in resignation.

Forget it. If he wanted to stay, then he could stay.

Who knows? Maybe after some time, he would get tired of living here and may take the initiative to

move out.

At the thought of this, Gwenda was done struggling over it. She got up and said, "Mr. Petit, I'm not done

with unpacking. I'll be returning to my room first. Please help yourself."

"Sure."

Looking at her retreating figure, a look of cunning crept up Olivier's face as his smile grew bigger.

Back in her room, Gwenda put away her clothes and took a shower before falling asleep.

......

When she woke up, it was dusk.

The bedroom was a little dark.

Gwenda got out of bed, her mind still not fully awake as she walked out with her hair in disarray.

She completely forgot that there was someone else in her home.

As she went to the living room to get herself a glass of water, she stopped when she passed by the

balcony.