NovelEnglishWayne snapped his fingers in front of Olivia. "Snap out of it. What's on your mind?"
Olivia returned to reality and found an excuse as she looked at Wayne. "I was just marveling at how prestigious your identity is."
“You've found out?" Wayne inquired.
“I heard someone address you as the president. Your free access to Dexim City, your private jet, and this palace—I guessed as much quite stago," Olivia confessed. She'd be foolish to pretend any further.
Seeing her composed expression, Wayne remarked, “If you know who I am, aren't you afraid of me? Others fearto death."
"I was scared at first. But if you really wanted to kill me, you wouldn't have waited till now. So, I'm not afraid. Besides, didn't you say you'd rewardonce I've cured you?" Olivia reasoned.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo wonder her attitude toward him had softened. It was all for money. Wayne huffed coldly. "So, you love money that much?"
"I doubt there's anyone in the world who doesn't like money. Besides, with this money, I can provide a comfortable life for my children. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," Olivia assured him, giving a noble reason for her change in attitude.
In Wayne's eyes, she was merely a fragile mother striving for her family's livelihood.
"By the way, do you need a body massage? You must be exhausted these days," Olivia offered.
Wayne glanced at her. "That's kind of you. Weren't you indifferent towardbefore?"
Olivia rubbed her hands together. "Um, if I do a bit more, could you perhaps paya bit more?"
"Money-grubber,"” Wayne muttered under his breath before he sat up. He then added, "That depends on your performance.”
Olivia was fully focused on pleasing him. His arm wound had healed, so she had no reservations about removing his jacket.
He lay in the middle of the large bed. To undress him better, Olivia removed her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and kneeled before him. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt.
Wayne suddenly grabbed her wrist. “Is this how you attend to your man?"
Olivia paused for a moment before responding, "Yes."
She removed his shirt, positioning him to lie down. Her strength and technique were just right, making Wayne envious of the man who enjoyed her daily service.
Olivia's hands glided from his shoulders down to his fingertips, massaging each one meticulously. When her fingers intertwined with his, Wayne's heart skipped a beat.
He observed their linked fingers, thinking of the phrase “intertwined fingers". But soon, Olivia moved her hand away to massage his other arm.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs before, Olivia naturally suggested, "You should take off the ring. It makes it difficult forto massage properly."
Though the man was captivated by the touch of her hands, his mind was still present.
"No need to massage this hand," he stated.
"Fine by me," Olivia quickly agreed, not giving herself away.
Sure enough, Wayne treasured that ring immensely, giving her no opportunity to touch it.
Olivia was determined in her heart. She didn't believe Wayne would never take off the ring! She was sure to find an opportunity to take it. After a comfortable massage and removing all the silver needles, Olivia noticed he had fallen asleep.
Wayne's breathing was even. The dark circles under his eyes indicated how busy he had been these days.
What were her chances if she were to slip off his ring now?
Olivia deliberately dropped a needle near his hand. Just as she touched his little finger, Wayne woke up abruptly.
He pulled her down and pinned her beneath him before gripping her neck with his hand.
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