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?

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

can I wear your

a shirt on. "Here, just

was at a

aren't any operational stores. Just make do for now. If you really need clothes, I'll

say. She was starting to miss Ethan, the man who would take

was destined to spend

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

the bathroom but stuck her head out

there a towel

the one

using

Olivia the towel that he had used

"Take this."

towel had just been used, Olivia threw it

"I'm out of here."

fell. "Women are so

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

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