Even After Death

Wayne's annoying voice rang in Olivia's ears. She didn't even want to turn around to face him.

It was apparent that she was unhappy that he forcefully brought her to another country.

Wayne grabbed her hand and dragged her away.

"What are you doing? I can walk on my own."

Wayne pulled her to the master bedroom. The room was around 2,000 square feet. It was very spacious.

The floor was covered in a white fur carpet. The decor in the room was as grand as the rest of the presidential palace. There were quite a few famous paintings on the wall.

It didn't seem like Wayne was the one who decorated the room. His predecessor was probably the one who did it.

He let go of Olivia's hand.

"My home is big, right? You can wear whatever you want and eat whatever you want. You can live comfortably as long as you don't try to escape and provide me with the treatment I need.”

“I understand.” Olivia was actually acting docile for once.

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After that incident in Dexim City, Wayne had lowered his guard toward Olivia significantly. They were in his residence right now, so he was completely unguarded.

Olivia didn't know her surroundings that well yet, so she didn't dare to make a move. She wasn't sure if he had spy cameras in his bedroom. It was best if she erred on the side of caution.

Jeff had sent her to a renowned teacher to learn how to paint at a young age. The famous paintings she had only seen in the pages of books were all in this bedroom. All of them were original too.

Olivia was shocked. Wayne's predecessor was a hardcore collector. Wayne walked out of the bathroom to see Olivia, who was filled with excitement. She looked at one painting after the other.

She would sometimes go in for a closer look at the strokes, choice of colors, and how the strokes were initiated.

"What's so interesting about these paintings?"

A flash of surprise appeared in Olivia's eyes. "Of course, they're interesting. These are all world-famous pieces of art!"

“You can have them if you like them.”

Olivia pointed at her own nose. "You're giving them to me? Do you even know how much these paintings are worth?"

Wayne was topless, wearing black casual pants that hung loosely on his waist. A large swathe of his tanned skin was exposed. He exuded an incredible amount of masculine charm.

"They might be priceless treasures to you, but they're just trash to me. They won't even make good bonfire material.”

"What a waste!" Olivia exclaimed with a pained expression.

“If you can cure me, you can take these paintings with you."

Then, he went to lie down on the bed. "Massage my head for me. You're quite good at that, truth be told."

Olivia brought a stool next to the bed and sat down. She used to massage Ethan's head pretty often.

Sensing her skilled movements, Wayne asked, "Have you massaged other people before?"

"Of course." Olivia didn't deny it.

"Patients?"

"No, my husband."

Wayne opened his eyes to meet her gaze. "You're married?"

"Yeah. I have kids too."

"Where are they?"

"Do you think I'll tell you so that you can round them up?"

"You don't look like someone who has given birth to children before.” Wayne thought about the married women he had met back when he was young. They had saggy bellies and chests after giving birth. They would also have stretch marks on the sides of their abdomens. Those looked terrifying to him.

Olivia's abdomen was tight and supple. There weren't any stretch marks. Even her chest...

Wayne gazed at her chest reflexively. Her chest was white as snow and very ample. He felt his desires spark to life as he looked at her chest. It was as if something was tickling his throat.

Olivia's chest moved with her actions. It was like the ripples on the surface of the ocean.

For some reason, blood started to flow from Wayne's nose.

Olivia looked at him and met his gaze. She instantly understood what was going on. She slapped him hard.

"Where are you looking at, pervert?"