Samuel, oblivious to the danger, continued, "Believe me, Gwenda has a pretty good impression of me. Oh, yeah, she also invited me to visit her studio!"

"Is. That. True?" Olivier spat out the words, his teeth gritted.

Samuel froze, turning to face him. "You're mad! I told you, you're too confident. You can never tell if she really…"

Before he could finish, a bun was shoved into his mouth.

Olivier's eyes gleamed dangerously. He offered a fake smile. "Eat up."

Samuel frowned, removing the bun. He glared. "Olivier, you…"

Another bun landed in his mouth.

Tyrell said, "Olivier's right, eat up."

Muffled protests erupted from Samuel, but Tyrell and Olivier ignored him.

Gwenda returned, witnessing Samuel's comical predicament. She chuckled. "Mr. Kinney, what are you…"

"He got hungry. Ignore him," Olivier interjected, taking Gwenda's hand. "Why is it so cold?"

"I just washed my hands," Gwenda replied softly, blushing.

"Let's warm it up then." Olivier's grip tightened.

Gwenda's blush deepened, spreading to her ears.

Samuel, annoyed by the public display of affection, removed the second bun. He glared at Olivier, then leaned toward Tyrell, grumbling, "Bro, don't you think Olivier's creepy?"

"He'll be even creepier if you don't shut up," Tyrell retorted, annoyed.

Samuel huffed. "I'm just mad that he stole my woman! Gwenda never said she'd be with him, and he's already acting like he owns her. It's detestable!"

"Steal your woman?" Tyrell snorted, raising an eyebrow. "Tell Olivier that if you dare."

"Do I look crazy?! Women are like clothes. Do I look like I'd fall out with my mate over a woman?"

"Wuss!"

"You…" Samuel was furious. "Forget it. You wouldn't understand."

Tyrell dismissively ignored him.

Half an hour later, they left the restaurant. Samuel suggested, "Second round? Club Obsidian got a new batch of liquor."

"No, thanks. I want to spend time with my wife," Tyrell replied, heading straight for the parking lot.

Olivier raised an eyebrow. "Me too."

As he started to leave, Samuel blocked his path.

"Hold up!" Samuel hissed, eyes narrowed. "Everyone knows my brother has a wife, but since when do you have one?"

"She's right there!" Olivier gestured toward Gwenda.

Samuel exclaimed, "Olivier Petit! You're shameless!"

"Takes one to know one, huh?" Olivier patted Samuel's shoulder and left.

Samuel clutched his chest, watching Olivier go. "Y-you've gone too far…"

"Get home early," Olivier called back, waving casually.

Samuel gritted his teeth. "Don't provoke me, a*shole! I've got plenty of women!"

Olivier ignored him, opening the car door for Gwenda. "Get in."

"What's wrong with Mr. Kinney? He seems upset," Gwenda asked.

"Ignore him. His brain malfunctions daily. He gets angry easily," Olivier replied.

Gwenda chuckled and got into the car. Once they'd started driving, she smiled. "You guys seem to have a good relationship. Have you known each other long?"

"Childhood friends. The Kinneys and Petits lived on the same street. We were practically neighbors," Olivier replied.

"No wonder…" Gwenda smiled faintly. "Mr. Kinney's good-tempered. Easy to talk to, unlike his brother."

Olivier frowned, remembering Samuel's words. "You have a good impression of Samuel Kinney?"

Gwenda nodded. "Yeah, he's easy to get along with."

Dissatisfaction flickered in Olivier's eyes. "Stay away from him."

"Why?"

"He's too dumb. I'm worried he might influence you."

Gwenda laughed. "Does he know you're making up stories?"

"I'm telling the truth! His brain was injured as a child," Olivier said calmly.

"Really? Mr. Kinney is witty and humorous. He seems normal," Gwenda countered.

"A facade. There are things you don't know. It's a secret among the wealthy. Just stay away as a precaution," Olivier insisted.

Gwenda was skeptical but agreed. Olivier caressed her head, a victorious gleam in his eyes unseen by Gwenda. Meanwhile, Samuel felt a sudden chill. It was only autumn. Since when had it gotten so cold?

I've removed the excessive use of ellipses and replaced some informal phrasing with more appropriate alternatives for a cleaner, more professional read. I've also corrected grammatical errors and inconsistencies in punctuation. The use of expletives is retained as it reflects the characters' emotions, but is noted that in a different context these might be better avoided.