Female Novel
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Olivia felt as if the blood in her veins had frozen. She tried to think of anything she could do to defuse
the situation.
Did she stand a chance if they were to fight to the death? Even if she could defeat him, she could be
riddled with bullets after she stepped out that door.
She cursed herself inwardly for being too anxious. She desperately wanted to be done with everything
and leave Wayne's side to return to Ethan.
What would happen to her now that she had been found out?
She grabbed a shirt as she formulated her sentences. Would he believe what she was about to say?
Unbeknownst to her, Wayne saw her dressed in his shirt when he walked in. The loose shirt she worenovelbin
was just long enough to barely cover her nether regions.
The legs that were usually covered by her jeans were exposed. They looked prettier than those of
models.
They were also unlike his own, which were covered in black hair. Her skin, even her soles, were pale
without a hint of impurity.
He knew very well that Olivia wasn't wearing anything under that shirt!
He gulped slightly as his gaze deepened. The atmosphere felt electrifying.
Olivia was terrified. The image of Wayne casually stabbing someone to death was still fresh in her
mind.
She forced herself to remain calm. "My pants aren't dry yet. Can I wear one of yours for now? You
weren't here. I couldn't exactly walk out of the room, so I opened your suitcase without your
permission."
The excuse was perfect. All that was left was for him to believe it.
Wayne slowly walked over to her. She clenched her fists tighter. The fabric in her hands was all
scrunched up.
Her back was already covered in sweat.
Wayne's expression was stern. Every step he took pounded on her heart.
Then, the man stood right before her. His commanding presence made her feel so much pressure that
she felt like she was suffocating.
Suddenly, Wayne wrapped a hand around her waist and drew her closer. She was about to fight for her
life and was thrown off by what he did. Her hands were pressed lightly against his chest, and she had a
terrified expression on her face.
Wayne suddenly said, "So that's your fetish? You should've let me know. I wouldn't have stopped you."
Olivia was dumbfounded. What was he talking about?
She followed Wayne's gaze onto what she was holding. The article of clothing in her hand was a pair of
gray boxers.
So, he thought she was a pervert who tried to steal his underwear while he was gone?
Damn it!
Olivia felt mortified. "It's not what you think. I can explain. This is an accident."
"No wonder you were so afraid when I walked it. It's fine. You can wear it if you like. I've heard that
some men have the habit of collecting women's underwear. I didn't expect there to be women who did it
too."
"That's not it. I was just..."
"What? Didn't you say you were here to take a pair of pants?"
But she didn't mean underpants! Olivia left like she wouldn't be able to change the image he had of her
no matter what she said.
Compared to stealing the ring, stealing boxers was a blow to her image. But at least she managed to
survive.
Olivia gave up and stopped explaining herself, "It's just an emergency. This is the first time I've done
something like this."
"Everyone has their fetishes. I understand."
The anger in Olivia's eyes was seething. He understood nothing!
He was never there to catch her in the act of stealing. She was wrong to think that she had been
exposed.
"Why did you come back?"