Olivier smoothly withdrew his hand after speaking, showing no awkwardness. Gwenda, unprepared for a witness, blushed, biting her lip. "Sorry about that," she murmured.
Olivier hummed in response, nodding.
"I'm notusually like this," Gwenda stammered, unsure why she was explaining. Subconsciously, she didn't want him to remember her as cruel.
Olivier chuckled, his voice surprisingly attractive, causing Gwenda to blush deeper. Lowering her head, she mentally berated herself. "What on earth was there to explain?" she thought exasperatedly.
Olivier's smile widened as he watched her blush deepen. He pulled up a chair, saying, "I didn't get to tell you my name back in the fire. I'm Olivier Petit, 28, CEO of Petit Corporation."
"Yeah, I know," Gwenda replied. Everyone in Harmon City knew him.
Rubbing her face, she asked, "Why are you here, Mr. Petit?"
"To thank you, and to check on your condition," he replied, his deep, gentle voice making her heart flutter.
Internally cursing her foolishness, Gwenda noticed his arm injury. "I'm fine, but what about you? What did the doctor say?" she asked with concern.
Raising an eyebrow with a smile, Olivier replied casually, "Not much. It's a second-degree burn with some pus. Healing depends on infection. If it does"
"What happens if it does?" Gwenda asked anxiously.
"Well, I'd have to amputate!"
Outside the door, Otto was shocked. "When did the doctor say that? Weren't they just ordinary burns? When was amputation required?" he wondered.
Gwenda, unaware of the deception, felt guilt and concern. "That bad? God, I'm sorry. If it weren't for me" She anxiously got out of bed, reaching for him. "You'd better get back to bed. If you get infected, it'll be troublesome." She couldn't afford an amputation.
Not to mention it was partly her fault.
"Are you very worried about me?" Olivier asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
Gwenda, oblivious, nodded solemnly. "Of course. This happened because of me. How could I not worry" Looking up, she said seriously, "Mr. Petit, you saved my life. Do you require any compensation?" She had to express her gratitude; otherwise, she would have been disfigured.
"Compensation?" Olivier raised an eyebrow, surprised she'd fallen for his trap.
"Yes! Within my capabilities." Her earnest nod and solemn eyes brought a smile to his face.
"If you honestly feel bad about it, I don't mind you marrying me."
"What the f*ck?!" Otto was dumbfounded. "A cool guy like the Boss knows how to flirt? Is this even the same Boss? Has he been impersonated?" His thoughts were chaotic.
Gwenda was equally stunned. "What did you say?"