Olivier chuckled softly before reaching behind her head. Just as Gwenda thought he was about to kiss her, he said seriously, "Remember to fasten your seat belt when you're in the car!" He pulled out the seat belt and helped her fasten it. Then, he returned to the driver's seat and fastened his own.

The cool breath dissipating, Gwenda felt as though she'd had a traumatic experience. Her tense nerves gradually relaxed, but her face flushed. He'd only wanted to help her fasten her seat belt. Damn it! Why had she gotten the wrong idea?

"Your expression you seem a little disappointed," Olivier observed, not hurrying to start the car. Leaning against the window, he gazed at Gwenda with amusement.

Gwenda covered her burning cheeks and mumbled guiltily, "No, I'm not. Start driving now. Granny must be worried sick."

Olivier chuckled but didn't hurry. He gazed at her a little longer before starting the car. Gwenda finally relaxed when she no longer felt his gaze. She touched her cheek and sighed in relief. How embarrassing.

Melanie had left early to pick up Wendy, so Olivier drove directly to the resort. They arrived at the resort villa an hour later. Seeing Melanie, Gwenda exclaimed, "Granny!"

"Hey," Melanie replied, greeting Gwenda enthusiastically. "It's been a while! You've gotten a little thin."

"It's not that bad," Gwenda smiled. "I've been busy recently."

"Even so, pay attention to your health," Melanie said earnestly, taking Gwenda's hand.

Gwenda nodded. "Don't worry, Granny. I'm fine."

"Grandma" A sweet voice called.

Gwenda saw a young girl in a light green dress approaching.

"Grandmama, this is?" the girl asked, studying Gwenda curiously.

Melanie chuckled. "This is Gwenda Evans. Say hi."

"Nice to meet you, Gwenda," the girl said sweetly.

Gwenda smiled. "Hello."

"Gwenda, dear, this is Olivier's cousin, Wendy," Melanie explained. "She just returned from abroad. I thought she could join us." (Exactly four people. They must have planned this.)

Gwenda sighed inwardly but smiled. "The more the merrier!"

"That's great," Melanie said, spotting Olivier in the distance. "Brat, get Gwenda's luggage. Come, dear, let's go inside."

Gwenda followed Melanie into the house. The resort's housekeeper introduced their sightseeing options and arranged breakfast. The four sat in the dining hall.

"Gwenda, help yourself," Melanie urged.

Gwenda nodded. "Granny, I can manage."

"Olivier, take care of Gwenda," Melanie instructed.

"Got it," Olivier replied, selecting dishes for Gwenda. "Eat up."

Gwenda nodded shyly. Wendy, across from them, rolled her eyes, smiled warmly, and asked, "Gwenda, are you Olivier's girlfriend?"

Gwenda choked on her food.