Spoiled my CEO husband after Rebirth

Chapter 78 So You Were Lying to Me

"Because I'm your dad!"

...

Gwenda snorted and said with disdain, "All these years, you've never once cared about me. But all of a

sudden, you're putting on airs like you're my father now? Who are you trying to scare?"

"What the hell did you just say? I dare you to repeat it again!"

Benson was livid, his chest heaving with his boiling rage.

"Why are you so surprised? Am I wrong?"

Gwenda stared at him coldly and continued in a sarcastic tone. "Ever since my mum died, I've become

an outsider to the family. You married Pauline and had Gretchen with her. All these years, you never

bothered to pay attention to me no matter what I did. Why should I listen to you now just because you

say that you're my father?"

"You b*stard!"

Benson was trembling with the force of his anger. A vein was throbbing visibly on his forehead. "Do you

really think that you can fight me with that sh*tty studio of yours?"

"Well, whether I can or not, we'll see!"

Gwenda provoked him deliberately.

"This is preposterous!"

Benson roared angrily, "How can you be bewitched by some man to the point of idiocy? What the f*ck

is wrong with you?"

His thunderous voice reverberated in Gwenda's ears, causing her head to feel heavier than ever. She

no longer wanted to continue this conversation.

"Fine, then. Since you insist on being a fool, I'll leave you be. Don't come begging for my help when he

tricks you in the end!"

With that, Benson turned around and left in a huff.

...

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Having no energy left, Gwenda slumped against the sofa and rubbed her forehead tiredly.

"Can I come out?"

Right then, Olivier's voice sounded from the bedroom.

Startled, Gwenda finally remembered that she was not alone.

"Yeah."

The door opened and Olivier walked out.

Gwenda locked eyes with him and stilled. Then, she looked down and murmured, "I'm sorry you had to

hear that."

Olivier said nothing and walked over to her. He crouched down before her and made sure to maintain

eye contact as he reached out to stroke her hair. Then, he said softly, "If you feel sad, I can borrow you

my shoulder for a bit."

Gwenda was stunned, but then she smiled faintly. "I'm okay. It's just that my head feels heavy."

"That's not what I meant."

Olivier stared at her, his eyes showing a hint of heartache.

Gwenda bit her lip before letting out a bitter smile. "I'm used to it. He's been like this ever since I was a

child. In his heart, Gretchen is the only daughter that he has, and my existence is unnecessary. I've

gotten used to it a long time ago..."

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To her, Benson was like a stranger.

She would no longer allow her emotions to be affected by him.

"Gwenda..."

Olivier called out to her in a low tone. His voice was warm, mellow, and sounded inviting.

Gwenda looked up at him to see her own reflection in his eyes.

"You don't have to let unimportant people affect your mood."

Olivier gently cupped her cheek with a warm hand and said, "They don't care about you, but I do!"

...

No one had ever said anything like this to her before.

All of a sudden, Gwenda's heart felt like it was filled with warmth. It washed away all those years of

hidden pain and grievances.

Her heartbeat began to quicken and her eyes became wet.

...

Seeing this, Olivier smiled slightly before he changed the topic and said jokingly, "I seem to have

discovered the things that I've used before in the guest room! So, you were lying to me!"

Hearing this, Gwenda froze and her cheeks burned crimson. "I... No... That..."

"Yeah? What was that?"