Spoiled my CEO husband after Rebirth

Chapter 22: These Doesn't Change the Reasons Why I Like You

"When did they meet?

Gwenda's cheating on me?" Martin was reeling in shock.

"Gwenda Evans! How dare you betray me?"

Martin was enraged. Glaring at her, his uninjured arm reached out to grab onto her.

But Olivier swatted his hand away with a loud smack.

"Mr. Morel, I think you should realise that it was you who betrayed Gwenda first. Therefore, it's no

longer any of your business how she lives her life now."

Olivier's face darkened. "If you harass her again in the future, it will cost you more than just an arm." Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

His frigid tone of voice was fear-inducing, and his gaze cutting into Martin like a sharp knife.

Staring at him, Martin felt a sense of apprehension in his heart and dared not move forward until the

door slammed shut before him.

...

Regaining his composure, Martin stared at the closed door. His mind repeatedly replayed the scene of

Olivier holding Gwenda in his arms, and his uninjured hand curled into a fist.

He could not tell if he was jealous or unwilling to accept defeat.

Gwenda Evans had betrayed him?

"How could she do that!" He thought bitterly.

Inside the apartment, Olivier had an arm around Gwenda as he led her to the living room.

...

Returning to her senses, Gwenda broke free from him and sat on the sofa.

Olivier's eyes darkened slightly when his one-armed hug fell through. But he smiled and went over to

the sofa with a raised eyebrow. "You'll dump me now that you're done using me?"

Gwenda blinked and said softly, "Thank you."

Olivier sat next to her and tucked her hair behind her ear. He smiled and said, "If he comes again, just

call the police or tell me."

The sudden act caused Gwenda to hold her breath and she nodded stiffly.

"Don't meet him alone again, so you don't have to anger yourself."

Olivier's right hand casually dropped on the sofa behind her as if he was holding her in his arms.

Gwenda noticed what he was doing and subtly moved away a little, saying, "His words can't anger me

yet. After all, I've heard all sorts of things about myself. An ill-tempered brat who enjoys bullying the

weak among other things. I'm used to it by now."

"You're not allowed to speak ill of yourself!"

Olivier frowned unhappily when he heard how she disparaged herself.

Gwenda chuckled. "Mr. Petit, I'm not speaking ill of myself, but I am indeed such a person in the eyes

of others."

"But not to me!"

Olivier suddenly placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. His eyes gazed at her

intently, "To me, you are smart, brave, and kind. You are nothing like what they say."

...

Hearing this, Gwenda's heart began to pound, but she quickly composed herself.

Pursing her lips, she said, "Then you may be wrong. I am indeed the person that they say I am. I enjoy

seeking attention and bullying my classmates because of my wealthy background. I'm also vain,

money-loving, and likes bullying the poor..."

Gwenda tried her best to describe herself as seen in the eyes of others. She wanted Olivier to despise

her so that he may leave her quickly.

However, she did not expect Olivier to just raise an eyebrow and ask, "Are you done?"

Stunned, Gwenda said, "You didn't think that I was joking, did you?"

"I know what you said is true."

Gwenda was about to relax when she heard that.

But Olivier's next sentence stunned her again. "But it doesn't affect my reasons for liking you."