Spoiled my CEO husband after Rebirth

Chapter 42: Gwenda, Help Me...

Olivier walked out of the kitchen, having just washed his hands when he heard the doorbell. Walking

straight to the door, he opened it.

"Boss..."

Gwenda heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Otto.

"What you asked for has been done, they've left. Have you finished your business? Mr. Miller and the

others are still waiting for you downstairs," Otto said.

They originally came to the hotel to attend a banquet. Not only was Olivier late to the event, but he also

sent him a text asking him to get some guys to get rid of the group of men that were near his room

door.

It was truly baffling.

"Got it."

Olivier answered and closed the door.

Having just walked over, Gwenda only heard the last sentence. Looking at Olivier, she said, "If you're

busy, you don't have to worry about me."

"Please accompany me."

With that, Olivier took her hand into his in a natural manner. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Gwenda struggled and tried to refuse him.

"I just helped you earlier. Shouldn't you return the favour?"

Olivier asked with a smirk as he looked at her.

Gwenda was puzzled. "What am I supposed to help you with?"

"To get unnecessary people off my back!"

"But I don't drink."

"You don't have to drink."

As he said that, Olivier opened the door and led her out of the room.

......

In the private room of the restaurant downstairs, the CEOs of several companies were tired and dull-

faced due to Olivier's absence.

...

They sought out Olivier today because they wanted to enter a business partnership with him.

Everything was ready. Even the women were on standby.

Who knew that Olivier would end up missing? That made them really anxious.

"Why is Mr. Petit gone for so long? Did something happen?"

"Does anyone know where Mr. Petit is?"

After a round of questioning, no one knew where Olivier had gone off to.

Just as everyone was feeling disappointed, thinking that Olivier had left, the door to the private room

opened all of a sudden.

When they saw that it was Olivier, everyone was overjoyed.

But when they saw Gwenda behind him in the next second, everyone at the dining table was shocked.

Several of the CEOs who had prepared beautiful escorts to please Olivier looked at each other with

disappointment in their eyes.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Something came up at the very last minute,"

Olivier said calmly as he led Gwenda to the head of the table.

There was a woman sitting in one of the seats there. Olivier stopped before the table and gazed silently

at the woman, who did not react.

...

One of the CEOs coughed lightly and said, "Lisa, come sit over here."

The woman named Lisa rose up unwillingly and glared at Gwenda before doing as she was told.

Getting an inexplicable stink eye from a stranger, Gwenda cursed Olivier in her heart.

She finally understood why he had asked her to come.

"So, he's using me to ward off a bevy of beauties!

Bloody a*shole!" She thought irritably.

After Olivier sat down, several CEOs toasted him one at a time.

A few of the women at the dining table were curious about Gwenda's identity.

They kept glancing at her and tried to chat with her several times...

"Hi, I'm Snow. What's your name?"

"Gwenda Evans."

"I think this is the first time I've ever seen you. Mr. Petit seems to treat you well. What is... the

relationship between you two?"

Snow asked with a fake smile on her face as she raised her glass of red wine.

The corners of Gwenda's mouth twitched. "Nothing much."

"Oh, I see."

Snow's eyes lit up and she stopped talking to Gwenda.

Throughout the meal, everyone had their own motives. In order to get a successful business

partnership, the CEOs engaged in plenty of flattery.

The escorts also worked very hard in order to get the chance to sleep with Olivier.

After a long period of drinking, it was clear that everyone was quite drunk.

Holding her glass of wine, Snow gently swirled it around in the glass, watching Olivier and Gwenda

who had some sort of unspoken distance between them. She began to put her thoughts into action.

With her glass of wine in hand, she rose up and got between the two, her hand resting upon the

armrest of one of the chairs as she said coquettishly, "Mr. Petit, a toast to you."

Olivier glanced at the glass of wine in her hand and smiled. "Apologies, my girlfriend doesn't quite

approve of drinking."

"Girlfriend?" Snow thought in disbelief as her smile became frozen.

Staring at Gwenda, a hint of hatred flickered through her eyes as she said, "Oh, Miss Evans is quite

strict with her regulations then! What does one drink then when coming out for a meal? Fruit juice?"

Olivier's eyes gleamed with something as he looked at Gwenda and asked softly, "Is fruit juice okay?"

...

Gwenda was stunned, thinking, "Why the hell are you asking me?!"

With this, everyone at the dining table was now staring at Gwenda.

Bracing herself, Gwenda looked at the half smile on Olivier's face and said through clenched teeth, "Of

— of course."

"Alright."

She did not expect Olivier to really pick up a glass of fruit juice and take a sip.

There was an uproar from the crowd as everyone began to cast surveying looks at Gwenda.

Snow's hand tightened a little around the stem of her glass as she could only return to her seat with

resentful disappointment. All the while, her spiteful stare never once left Gwenda.

Gwenda felt that she was really innocent of whatever had happened. But she could not bear it anymore

after being stared at by so many people.