Spoiled my CEO husband after Rebirth

Chapter 79 I Like Being a Rascal. So What?

Olivier gazed at her calmly.

The look in his eyes seemed to say, "Go on, keep fabricating. I'm listening."

Gwenda was so embarrassed that she wished she could bury herself in a hole.

If she had known that this would happen, she would not have let him enter the guest room!

Was the master bedroom not the better option?

"Also..."

Olivier raised an eyebrow. "You didn't deny having a boyfriend when your dad asked about it."

"That... that was because I didn't think it was necessary to explain anything to him." Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"Really?"

Olivier clearly did not believe her. Chuckling, he got up and sat next to her while wrapping an arm

around her waist. "I thought that you were just pretending to reject me when you were really thinking

that we were meant to be together."

Gwenda was embarrassed and annoyed. "You... That's bullsh*t!"

"Why are you embarrassed? We'll be together sooner or later. It's not shameful to admit it, you know."

"What together? I'm pretty sure that I didn't agree to be your girlfriend yet, Mr. Petit!"

Gwenda snorted in a pouty manner as she glared at him.

"Well, it's not too late to agree now, you know."

Olivier said with a laugh.

Scoundrel.

Gwenda eyed him with disdain, unable to find a comeback for his ridiculousness.

Olivier had a smug look on his face.

The doorbell rang again at this moment.

"The takeout's here."

"I'll get it."

This time, Olivier was the one who went over to the door.

After getting their takeout, both Olivier and Gwenda sat down at the dining table.

"Sit over here."

Olivier was unhappy with the distance between Gwenda and him.

Gwenda was unmoved, "No, I just had a fever. I don't want to pass anything to you."

"Do you want me to hug you while we eat?"

Olivier cocked an eyebrow at her, his deep voice threatening.

Gwenda stared at him, stunned. Seeing the serious expression on his face, she could only resign

herself to moving closer to him in the end.

Satisfied, Olivier broke his gaze and took the porridge from her hands. "Open up, I'll feed you."

"I can eat by myself."

Gwenda felt very uncomfortable.

"Open up."

Olivier's tone gave her no room to refuse.

Gwenda was at a loss for words. After hesitating for a while, she eventually let Olivier feed her like a

child though she was discomfited by it.

After a while, dinner was finally over.

Olivier got her a glass of warm water and gave her the medicine prescribed by the doctor.

"Leave it."

Gwenda had just managed to taste some food and did not want to take her medicine yet.

"You're afraid of the bitterness?"

Olivier easily discerned what was on her mind.

Gwenda was slightly taken aback and nodded, "Yes."

"I'll teach you a way to make it easier. Do you want to try?"

Olivier asked with raised eyebrows.

Gwenda was surprised. "There's a method for this?"

Olivier nodded with a smile. He took out the medicine from the bag and handed it to her. "Place the pill

in the middle of your tongue, then swallow it with some water. That way, you won't be able to taste it."

"It really works?"

Gwenda was sceptical.

"Give it a shot."

"Alright..."

Gwenda took the medicine and did as Olivier instructed.

The whole process went by quickly.

When she checked for any lingering aftertaste, she found out that there was really nothing on her

tongue.

"There's really no bitterness!"

Gwenda suddenly smiled, her eyes lighting up as she looked towards Olivier.

Seeing this, Olivier's pupils shrunk and his heart skipped a few beats.

In the next moment, he reached over and caught Gwenda by the waist, leaning down without warning

to kiss her.

Gwenda froze.

When she returned to her senses, Olivier had broken the kiss, a smirk on his face. He then said with

amusement, "Yes, there's indeed no bitterness at all."

In a flash, Gwenda's face burned a fiery shade of crimson.

Her heart began to pound wildly, and she had trouble breathing.

"You... you..."

"What?"

Olivier looked at her with a faint smile.

Gwenda pressed her lips together and shoved him away. "You're such a rascal!"

"Yep, I like being a rascal. So what?"

Olivier said unapologetically with raised eyebrows.