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?

very capable person? Why did it feel like she had walked into the dorm

I

on. "Here,

a

stores. Just make do for now. If you really need clothes,

was starting to miss Ethan, the man who would take

who was destined to spend

no other options. She could only pick up his shirt and pants. It was better than nothing. The weather was

bathroom but stuck her head out after

a towel

the one

using

on some black-colored slacks and handed Olivia the towel that

"Take this."

used, Olivia threw it away and

"I'm out of here."

expression fell. "Women are

much better after she took a shower. She dried herself with the

top. She kept wearing her