Even After Death

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?

Wasn't he rumored to be a very capable person? Why did it feel like she had walked into the dorm room of a male college student? He was a complete mess.

"How can I wear your stuff?"

Wayne put a shirt on. "Here, just like this."

Olivia was at a loss for words.

"The refugees have already been moved. There aren't any operational stores. Just make do for now. If you really need clothes, I'll get some people to take some female clothing from some people.”

Olivia didn't know what to say. She was starting to miss Ethan, the man who would take care of her down to the smallest details.

Wayne looked like someone who was destined to spend the rest of his days alone.

Olivia had no other options. She could only pick up his shirt and pants. It was better than nothing. The weather was good. Her clothes would dry pretty quickly.

She went into the bathroom but stuck her head out after a while. "What about a towel?"

"Isn't there a towel inside?"

"That's the one you used."

“I don't mind you using it, so just use it."

Wayne put on some black-colored slacks and handed Olivia the towel that he had used a moment ago.

"Take this."

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

"I'm out of here."

Wayne's expression fell. "Women are so troublesome.”

Olivia felt much better after she took a shower. She dried herself with the clothes she took off. The thing she found unacceptable was Wayne's pants.

That was why she only changed her top. She kept wearing her own pants. She could only wash them at night.

She looked at the clouds as she was drying her clothes. She wondered how Ethan was doing.

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No one knew what would happen after this.

Olivia knew that the innocent civilians who were outside this temporary shelter had it worse. She wanted to get the ring. She also wanted to end the war.

The war was started by Wayne. He wanted to take over Dexim City, which was part of his plan to fight against Arlandia.

Olivia sighed. Was this what Ethan's world looked like?

She was as ignorant as everyone else in the past. She never knew what the world looked like beyond the places she went to every day. She could only move freely in her room and the yard. Wayne was already nowhere to be seen.

The next round of conflict was probably quickly approaching. Olivia decided that she needed to gain Wayne's trust. Other than the ring, she also wanted to gather more information.

She needed a chance to completely gain his trust.