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?

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

can I wear

on.

was at a loss for

now. If you really need clothes, I'll get some

starting to miss Ethan, the man who would

looked like someone who was destined to spend the rest

only pick up his shirt and pants. It was better than nothing. The weather was good. Her clothes would dry pretty

into the bathroom but stuck her head out after

a towel

the one

mind you using it, so

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

"Take this."

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

"I'm out of here."

fell. "Women

much better after she took a shower. She dried herself with the clothes she took off. The thing she found

why she only changed her top. She kept wearing her own pants. She could only wash them

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