Then, she began to cough violently. Olivier looked up, glared at Wendy, and patted Gwenda's back, softly asking, "Do you want some water?" Gwenda nodded. Olivier kindly gave her a glass of water, which she eagerly sipped. "Slow down," he said. He took a tissue and wiped the water from the corner of her mouth.

It took Gwenda a while to calm down. She smiled awkwardly and was about to answer Wendy's question when Wendy asked again, "Olivier, isn't that your water?" Gwenda immediately started coughing again. A rush of heat flushed her face red, and her heart pounded.

"Shut it!" Wendy snapped.

Olivier rolled his eyes at Wendy, then leaned closer to Gwenda, rubbing her back. "Are you alright?" His warm breath on her ear and his low voice sent a pleasant tingle through her.

Gwenda stiffened, then shook her head, blushing heavily. "I'm fine," she murmured.

Melanie smiled. "Alright, don't mess with Gwenda. She gets shy easily."

Wendy stuck out her tongue and smiled at Gwenda. "Sorry about that, Gwenda."

"It's okay," Gwenda replied, smiling back.

"Alright, alright, eat up. We'll be fishing at a nearby river later. Gwenda, do you know how to fish?"

"No," Gwenda replied softly, ducking her head and nibbling her bun.

"Then Olivier shall teach you. He loves fishing," Melanie said cheerfully.

Gwenda bit her lip and glanced at Olivier. "Okay."

Half an hour later, the housekeeper had prepared fishing rods for the four of them. Melanie and Wendy sat together by the shore, leaving Gwenda with Olivier.

"Do you know the proper way to catch a fish?" Olivier asked as he prepared the bait.

Gwenda listened carefully, then shook her head.

Olivier smiled. "Well, your bait depends on the type of fish you want to catch. You also need to consider the weather, temperature, and so on…"

"Fishing is affected by the weather?" Gwenda was surprised.

"Yes. It's better to fish in deep, muddy waters during fine weather."

"I didn't know fishing involved so much knowledge," Gwenda said, looking at him with admiration.

Olivier finished his preparations and gazed into her bright eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed. "Do you want to learn?"

"Yes!" Gwenda exclaimed, suddenly interested.

"Come here." Olivier led her to the riverside and handed her the fishing rod. "The first step is to learn how to cast your line. Try it."

"Oh, okay." Gwenda threw the line, but the bait landed near the shore.

Olivier laughed. "Your method is wrong."

"Then what should I do?" Gwenda frowned.

"I'll teach you." Olivier stepped closer, his chest against her back. He held her hand, adjusting her posture in a close embrace. Gwenda instantly became nervous. Her blush returned, and her heart pounded again. "Hold on tight," he murmured in a deep, sexy voice, his handsome face close to hers.

They could feel each other's body heat through their clothes. His warm breath on her ear sent a jolt through her. Olivier felt her nervousness. He glanced at her rosy complexion and smiled. "Are you ready?"