Spoiled my CEO husband after Rebirth

Chapter 33: You Want It? Beg for It

Gwenda asked in surprise. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Gwenda, I'm so sorry, the lecture ended early. Mr. Petit seems to know you, so he just exposed me

right away when I tried to help you take your attendance."

Hattie said apologetically with her head down.

She did not expect Olivier to suddenly take attendance and expose her as not being Gwenda in the

process...

"What?"

Gwenda was shocked. "Then... doesn't that mean that I came for nothing?"

Hattie nodded sadly in response.

Gwenda facepalmed.

Of all her calculations and expectations, she did not expect the lecture to end prematurely.

If she had known, she would not have answered the call.

No, she could not just let this go. This was a major issue related to her graduation.

"Is Petit gone?"

The moment Gwenda asked that, Olivier walked out of the classroom.

Her eyes lit up and she ran after him. "Mr. Petit!"

Hearing her call, Olivier's eyes twinkled with mirth, but he did not stop.

Gwenda called out to him again but he only walked faster. Gritting her teeth, Gwenda ran forward to

stop him. "Mr. Petit!"

"Is something the matter?"

Olivier stopped in his tracks. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her with amusement dancing in his dark

eyes.

Locking eyes with him, Gwenda took a deep breath and forced out a smile. "I didn't mean to leave the

lecture early on purpose, I just went out to answer a phone call. So... could you please mark my

attendance on the attendance sheet?"

"No."

Olivier refused without hesitation.

Gwenda was stunned. "Why? I only left for a few minutes."

"You still left early."

Gwenda was so angry that she found herself speechless.

"He's doing this on purpose!" She thought in displeasure.

Knowing that she could not show how angry she was, she retorted in a low voice. "You were the one

who ended the lecture early, you can't possibly blame me for that."

"I am the keynote speaker of this lecture. Do I not have the right to decide when I'd like to end my

class?"

Olivier countered.

Gwenda had no comeback this time.

"Is there anything else? If not, I'll be leaving now."

Olivier walked away.

Watching his retreating silhouette, Gwenda clenched her fists. Unable to hold back her bubbling fury,

she yelled, "Olivier Petit!"

Olivier stopped and looked back at her.

Her eyes were alight with rage and her eyebrows were drawn together in an angry scowl. She

seemingly wanted to say something but did not dare to. After faltering for a moment, she turned and

stormed off.

Olivier burst out laughing.

"She's so pissed off.

Can't even hold her own against my teasing." He thought cheerfully.

Taking out his phone, Olivier lazily sent a message before walking away.

He could not push her too far lest he forced her away from him.

......

In the parking lot, Gwenda stood at the exit with her arms crossed. Her anger was clear upon her face.

She had been ready to leave, but then she got Olivier's message—

"If you want the attendance sheet, wait for me in the parking lot."

After a bout of hesitation, she eventually yielded to reality.

After all, these credits were of vital importance to her.

Hattie stood next to her and observed her sullen face. "Gwenda, does Mr. Petit like you?" She asked

curiously.

Startled, Gwenda spat. "What the hell! I don't even know him!"

"Oh, just stop pretending, will you? I can already tell that you actually know each other. I was

wondering why he ended the lecture early, now I know it's because he had an ulterior motive..."

Hattie's laugh was exceptionally cheery.

Gwenda rolled her eyes at her assistant. "What are you implying? Don't talk nonsense!"

"You still don't want to admit..."

Hattie giggled before catching sight of Olivier walking over from the distance. Thinking quickly, she

snatched away Gwenda's car keys and said, "I'll drive your car back for you, Gwenda. You can take Mr.

Petit's car back, okay?"

With that, Hattie retreated quickly.

"Hey... You..."

Gwenda watched helplessly as her assistant drove away.

"This brat's freaking going against me now!" She thought in dismay.

At this moment, Olivier had already approached her.

Glancing at him, she held out her hand and demanded, "Where's the attendance sheet?"