"Want to try it on?" Olivier's arm moved in front of her; his warm breath gently wafted against her neck.

Gwenda stiffened. "I"

"Shush!"

Olivier leaned down, his fingers warm against her skin as they lightly brushed her. His touch felt electric.

Gwenda shuddered, holding her breath. Her heart raced. A moment later, cold air touched her neck. Looking down, she realized her necklace had been replaced with the "Heart of the Ocean."

"It looks good." A smile played on Olivier's lips.

Gazing at the necklace, Gwenda's eyes flickered with uncertainty. "I think I'd rather take it off."

"Why?"

"Wearing this makes me feel like I'm flaunting myself. I'm used to keeping a low profile; I prefer not to be so ostentatious."

Gwenda removed the necklace and placed it back in its box. "Here, take it back."

She insisted on returning the "Heart of the Ocean." His eyes flickered. He wrapped an arm around her waist and murmured, "I never take back gifts. If you don't like it, throw it away."

"You" Gwenda was furious.

Olivier raised his eyebrows. "If you can't bear to, I will." He made a show of disposing of the necklace.

Gwenda hurriedly stopped him. "Fine, fine. I'll take it!" What the hell, 100 million dollars so easily discarded. She had to hand it to Olivier.

"Wouldn't it have been easier if you just accepted it?" Olivier returned the box.

Gwenda put it away, sighing. "You're so willful just because you're rich."

"I'm only willful for you." Olivier slowly tightened his embrace.

Trapped against him, Gwenda smelled his cologne. She felt herself growing hot. Her heart pounded.

"By the way, you said in your message you weren't interested in 'snatching other people's desires.' What did you mean?" Olivier abruptly changed the subject.

Gwenda pursed her lips, calming herself. "Didn't you see Martin Morel trying to get the necklace? He wanted to give it to Gretchen."

"Oh?" Olivier's tone was questioning as he casually stroked her hair. "So, you're saying I snatched someone's desire?"

"Yeah." Gwenda nodded. Then, grinning, she added, "But seeing them humiliated was quite enjoyable." Justina had tried to flatter her earlier, but the necklace wasn't in Gretchen's hands.

Olivier's dark eyes observed her, a doting smile on his face. "If you're happy, then it's good."

They stayed in the lounge until Gwenda's phone rang—Hattie was calling. She remembered her companions were still at the banquet hall.

"It's almost time. I have to go." Gwenda got up.

"Let's go together." Olivier put an arm around her waist, leading her out, not giving her a chance to refuse.

Resigned, Gwenda texted Hattie, letting her know she was leaving.

Seeing the text, Hattie tsked. "I can feel the love through the damned screen."

"What's wrong?" Cecilia asked curiously.

"Gwenda's been 'abducted.' We have to go back alone. Let's go." Cecilia didn't ask questions and followed.

At the hotel entrance, Martin was smoking. Gretchen caught up to him. "Martin, are you okay?"

Seeing her, Martin paused, his eyes darkening. "I'm fine."

"Are you unhappy?"