Gwenda went downstairs, her head full of questions. In the car, Otto nearly had a heart attack. Learning that his boss planned to move in with Miss Evans, he asked, "Boss, are you serious?"

"Do you think I'm joking?"

"But—"

"Remember to bring my luggage and tell Grandma she doesn't need to look for me these days."

With that, Olivier exited the car. Otto was dumbstruck.

Meanwhile, Gwenda reached the bottom of the stairs. Seeing Olivier leaning against the car, a fine figure despite his arm still being in a gauze sling, she blinked and hurried toward him. "Mr. Petit, why are you here? Your injury"

"The doctor said a good mood aids recovery, even with a severe wound. I realized you're the only one who can keep me happy."

"Huh?" Gwenda was confused.

"So, are you willing to take me in?" Olivier's eyes were fixed on her; his voice was low, soft, and warm, making Gwenda's ears flush. She closed her eyes, resisting his charm.

"Take him in? What does that mean?" she mused before asking, "You want to live in my house?"

"I won't bother you, and I don't eat much. You won't mind, right?" Olivier smiled innocently.

Gwenda was stunned. "But Mr. Petit, the two of us in a room together, I'm afraid"

Before she could finish, a shadow fell over her, and a low voice whispered in her ear, "You promised you wouldn't resist me."

"But—"

"There's no 'but'!"

Olivier leaned down, his eyes meeting hers. The corners of his mouth curled up as he compellingly asked, "What's your apartment number?"

"2903." Gwenda answered without thinking.

"Alright." A cunning look flashed in Olivier's eyes as he straightened and walked toward the stairwell.

Otto cast a sympathetic look at Gwenda before following his boss, carrying Olivier's luggage. "Poor Miss Evans," he thought ruefully, ascending the stairs. "There's no fighting with the boss. He'll win either way."

Gwenda stared after them, flabbergasted. "This guyisn't he being rather abrupt?" she thought incredulously, facepalming. Sighing, she followed.

Ultimately, she couldn't beat Olivier. His powerful aura permeated their shared space, making her uncomfortable. After hesitating, she decided to confront him.

Looking at his tall figure curled on her single sofa, Gwenda sighed inwardly. Her apartment wasn't large; now, with an extra man, the air felt charged with testosterone. Feeling overheated, she took a deep breath, calming herself while preparing herbal tea in the kitchen. Returning with the pot, she was ready to make her stance clear.

"Mr. Petit, please have some tea." Gwenda placed the tray on the coffee table, sitting at a safe distance.

"Thank you." Olivier took a sip, glancing at her; his eyes darkened.

Gwenda bit her lip, watching his calm face. Finally, she found her courage. "Mr. Petit"

"I heard you ran away from home," Olivier interrupted softly.

Gwenda was stunned. "How did you know?"