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?

he rumored to be a very capable person? Why did it feel like she had walked

I wear your

shirt on.

was at a loss

refugees have already been moved. There aren't any operational stores. Just make do for now. If you really need clothes, I'll get

was starting to miss Ethan, the man who would take

destined to spend the rest of his days

other options. She could only pick up his shirt and pants. It was better than nothing. The weather

the bathroom but stuck her head out after

there a towel

one you

mind you using it, so just use

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

"Take this."

used, Olivia threw

"I'm out of here."

expression fell. "Women are

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

kept wearing her own pants. She could only wash them