Four months have passed. "When will you agree to be with me?"

Gwenda tensed, asking shakily, "Why are you bringing this up?"

"I want to know how long I must wait before I successfully woo you," Olivier said seriously, gazing intently at her, as if to absorb her soul.

Their proximity was inescapable for Gwenda. Her emotions were turbulent. Unable to answer, she bit her lip before finally replying under his intense gaze. "Give me more time. I need to sort things out."

"What exactly needs sorting?"

"I I'm unsure of my feelings." She didn't want to lie. Martin's past betrayal had made her distrustful of men. However, Olivier had altered her perspective. Still, she needed more time to decide.

Olivier understood. He chuckled, nuzzling her cheek and murmuring, "You can't keep me waiting forever. I'm not that patient."

"Okay," Gwenda replied softly, her cheek burning, feeling like putty in his hands.

A knock came at the door. "Olivier, Gwenda, it's time to leave. Are you finished?" Wendy's voice called out.

Gwenda's face flushed crimson within the private theatre. "Let go of me!"

Olivier chuckled softly, brushing his fingertips across her face. "If you're tired, sleep a while longer. I'll have someone pack your luggage."

"It's fine, I can pack myself. Let go of me!" She pushed against his chest, but he held firm.

"Give me a kiss, and I'll let go."

"Olivier Petit!"

"Behave." He leaned closer, his tone compelling.

Embarrassed and vexed, Gwenda was helpless. Wendy knocked again, assuming they hadn't heard. "Olivier, did you hear me?"

"Hurry up, or you won't be able to explain if she comes in," Olivier whispered, seizing on her vulnerability and grinning wickedly.

With no other choice, Gwenda gritted her teeth, inhaled deeply, and leaned up to kiss him.

"Is that enough?"

Her face was now as red as an apple. She felt ready to explode.

Olivier chuckled playfully. "I meant my cheek. Why did you kiss me on the lips? And you still say you're not trying to take advantage of me?"

"You" Gwenda sputtered, speechless. How could this bastard be so shameless?!

"If you want to take advantage of me next time, just say so. I'm willing."

He kissed her forehead, then left the bed without giving her a chance to reply.

Outside, Wendy was about to call out again when the door opened. Olivier emerged, adjusting his clothes.

"Olivier, you"

"Are we ready to go?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Wendy noticed the rumpled clothes and glimpsed the room through the crack. Holy sht, did they sleep together?*

"Wendy Petit!" he called in a low voice.

Wendy snapped back to reality, nodding quickly. "Yes, almost. Lunch is over. If you're hungry, we can have the housekeeper prepare more food. Otherwise, let's leave." Leaning forward inquisitively, she whispered, "Olivier, you two were in there a long time. Did you?"

This cleaned-up version improves grammar, punctuation, and flow. It also removes the unnecessary use of the word "alone" in one sentence. The use of profanity has been removed, while retaining the implication of the character's thoughts.