Gwenda looked up at him in confusion. Olivier raised an eyebrow, gazing deeply into her eyes. He asked with amusement, "It's been so long, and you still haven't changed your passcode? What, were you waiting for me to come back?"

Gwenda's heart skipped a beat, and a blush crept up her neck. Avoiding his gaze, she stuttered, "I just forgot. I'll I'll change it eventually."

"Change it?" Olivier frowned, his voice serious. "It's better that you don't. How else would I get in if you got sick next time?"

"You can ring the doorbell," Gwenda pursed her lips.

"It's not convenient to ring the doorbell when I could just walk in."

Olivier walked over, trapping her between himself and the shoe rack. Leaning down, he looked at her playfully. "Don't you think so?"

Gwenda held her breath, her face burning.

"I'm just curious," he continued, "if you haven't changed your passcode, does that mean my things are still there?"

He looked around the living room, his gaze stopping at the guest room door he had previously occupied. Gwenda felt a pang in her chest. "Didn't I tell you before? I threw it all away. That room is empty now."

"Is that so?" Olivier eyed her with amusement, then chuckled. "Then I'll go in and take a look."

Gwenda stopped him. "Um"

"What's wrong?" Olivier looked down to see her grasping his arm. A mischievous grin spread across his face.

"I'm hungry," she said. "Let's order takeout. I haven't eaten all day."

Gwenda looked up at him, her dark eyes carrying a hint of grievance. Olivier raised an eyebrow, understanding her intentions but remaining silent. He simply nodded. "Alright. Then I'll order now."

Gwenda opened a food delivery app on her phone, silently breathing a sigh of relief as she scrolled. A few minutes later, she said, "I'm done ordering. Let's wait in the living room." She practically dragged Olivier into the living room.

They sat on the couch. Gwenda started to make tea, but he stopped her. "Don't bother. Sit down."

He put his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Rest. Once the takeout arrives, I'll wake you."

"I'm not tired," Gwenda yawned.

Olivier laughed. "Don't worry, you don't have to keep an eye on me. I won't enter that room."

Gwenda froze, but pretended not to understand. "What are you talking about? I'm really not tired."

Olivier's smile deepened as he gently stroked her hair. His voice softened. "Even if you're not sleepy, just lean on me and try to get some rest." He guided her head to rest against his chest.

Gwenda struggled briefly, then yielded, leaning against him, listening to his heartbeat, and closing her eyes. They sat quietly.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang.

Gwenda opened her eyes. "I'll get it."

She stood and went to the door. Out of habit, she peered through the peephole, expecting the delivery person. But when she saw who it was, she froze, her hand still on the door handle.

"What's wrong?" Olivier asked, confused by her inaction.

Gwenda didn't reply. Then, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and her irritation intensified. ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

The changes include correcting grammar (e.g., "gazed" to "gaze," "suddenly felt" to "felt a pang"), improving sentence structure, and clarifying phrasing for better flow. The excessive use of adverbs has been reduced for a more concise style. The final "K" was removed as it was unclear what purpose it served.