Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

The bedroom wasn't that spacious, and the air was slightly moist. Olivia turned away.

"You brought me here by force. I've been wearing the same clothes for days. I want to take a shower."

"Do it, then," Wayne said casually.

Olivia frowned. "I need a change of clothes."

Wayne casually pulled open the wardrobe that Olivia wanted to check. There was only a suitcase inside that contained some of his clothes.

Olivia found it hard to believe that he was actually the leader of a nation.

Olivia thought about Mason, who was in a similar position. He ate the best food and drank the best alcohol. Even the teas in his possession were of the highest quality.

Although the clothes he wore weren't branded, they were designed and made for him by the best designers and tailors.

Olivia glanced at the clothes in Wayne's suitcase. There were two jackets, some short-sleeved shirts, and pants. He picked out a wrinkly short-sleeved shirt and a pair of pants. Then, he threw them at her.

"Make do with these for now."

Olivia was on the verge of losing it. What was he doing here? Was he on vacation?

she had walked into the dorm room of a male college student? He

can I wear

on.

at a loss

Just make do for now. If you really need clothes, I'll get some people to take some female clothing from some

miss Ethan, the man who would take care of her down to the smallest

looked like someone who was destined to spend

his shirt and pants. It was better than nothing. The

into the bathroom but stuck her head out after a while. "What about

there a

one

mind you using it, so

some black-colored slacks and handed Olivia the towel that he had used a

"Take this."

about how the towel had just been used, Olivia threw it away

"I'm out of here."

"Women are so

shower. She dried herself with the clothes she took

She kept wearing her own pants.