4 Keeping A Distance

"Isn't it derogatory to call your husband a young man, and an impotent one at that?" Sebastian stated.

Jolene blinked, appearing surprised, and she shrugged. "What else do you call a man who doesn't make any attempt or respond to his wife's advances?"

Sebastian wanted to prove her wrong; however, Sebastian knew she was drunk and uttering nonsense.

The Jolene Sebastian knew was an incredibly reserved person.

Who would have thought she could be so uninhibited and tempting when intoxicated?

"Sleep now, Miss Jolene. We will have to arrange the proper marriage without—"

Jolene loosened her grip and gradually settled down on the bed, behaving more appropriately.

Sebastian shook his head when his gaze landed on Jolene again, he noticed her staring at him.

Sebastian unbuttoned his shirt.

He needed a bath to wash off the day's exhaustion.

Before Sebastian could head to the bathroom, Jolene caught his attention. "And where is the young man going?"

"To sleep, Miss Jolene, or you'll regret—"

"To take a shower?" Jolene interrupted him, and once again, she pushed the duvet aside and started pulling down her skirt.

"Wh—what are you doing?"

"I want to take a shower too." After removing her skirt, she began to unbutton her blouse.

Sebastian averted his gaze. "Put your clothes back on, Miss Jolene."

***

Slapping her forehead again, Olivia sighed.

Olivia didn't even notice that her body looked quite unusual.

Her primary concern had been how she got trapped in a room with a man.

Although Olivia had never read any books related to transmigration, she often heard the disciples she trained gossip about it.

The concept of transmigration seemed implausible to Olivia, however.

Olivia had heard fellow trainees whisper about the possibility of someone transmigrating to a different world.

This might be the reason for her current experience.

While Olivia didn't possess extensive knowledge about transmigration, she did understand that for her soul to occupy another body, her original body must have died.

Upon reflection, Olivia realised that the recent flood of memories in her mind were not the authentic recollections of the original Jolene.

Instead, they were the memories Olivia had acquired since her transmigration.

After Jolene's demise, Olivia took over her physical form.

However, due to the gradual process of Olivia's consciousness integrating into Jolene's body, Olivia's awareness had entered a dormant state resembling sleep.

During this time, the residual consciousness of Jolene retained control over the lifeless body.

'So, Jolene is the wife of that man I tied up back then.'

Olivia's gaze shifted toward a collection of mannequins in a corner of the room, and her feet carried her in that direction.

'These are quite pleasing to the eyes.'

After a brief pause, she returned to her previous spot.

However, Olivia was unsure about what to select or how to put the clothes on.

Olivia pulled down a few garments, but as she did so, she felt something brush against her foot, prompting a startled meow.

Recognizing the source, Olivia recoiled, inadvertently stumbling over the metal structure holding the clothes.

The impact resulted in a cacophony of loud clicking sounds before Olivia tumbled onto it, her nose bleeding and her leg smarting from the pressure.

As Olivia slowly rose, she observed the cat saunter out of the room.

'If you had a death wish, you should've waited.'

Olivia's aversion to cats was widely known.

It wasn't that an assassin like her feared felines, but rather that Olivia dreaded her allergies.

"Miss Jolene, are you okay?"

Olivia heard a loud exclamation from the man in the room, causing her to hastily stand up and search for something to cover her nudity.

Regardless of the fact that she was now his wife, Olivia had never allowed a man's gaze to linger on her naked body.

Even though it wasn't her original body, Olivia couldn't help but feel sensitive about it.

Yet, if this body truly belonged to his wife, why did the man consistently address her as 'Miss'?

Selecting a grey shirt, Olivia slipped her hands into its sleeves and paused for a moment, studying the garment before deftly fastening the buttons.

As she finished dressing, the man Olivia believed she had subdued and left unconscious on the bed for interrogation entered the concealed room she was in, his eyes widening in astonishment.

"Miss Jolene, what have you done?" Sebastian moved closer, but Olivia extended her hand to halt his approach.

Olivia couldn't help but sense that the connection between her, now Jolene, and this man was anything but ordinary.

Eager to quell her confusion by extracting more information without arousing suspicion of her true identity, Olivia inquired, "Is there more to our relationship that you're concealing?"

When the man remained silent, Olivia decided to be explicit. "Regardless of marital status or any foolish agreements, maintain a six-foot distance from me at all times."

Although Olivia hadn't intended to arouse his suspicions about her being a replacement, she couldn't help but be unnerved by his proximity.

Having experienced a man's manipulative tactics toward a woman regarding intimacy, Olivia instinctively set a boundary.

If someone could easily thwart her attack, it implied that he was not one to be underestimated.

"Nonsense," she heard the man retort before her left brow arched in surprise as he advanced toward her.

Olivia didn't step back, but as he stopped directly in front of her, she realised he was standing far too close for comfort.

Olivia contemplated striking him to convey the seriousness of her request, yet before she could act, he grasped her hand, swiftly following with his hand landing on her face.

With a deliberate touch, Sebastian wiped away the droplets of blood from her nose, his tone calm. "Miss Jolene, it appears you've forgotten what I've told you. Allow me to remind you."

Olivia trembled.

For the first time, it was his words that shook her.

Could it be that the body she now inhabited was incredibly sensitive and feeble in response to a man's touch?

"I possess every part of your body, Miss Jolene, and you do not possess the right to harm yourself or shed blood," Sebastian continued, pausing briefly. "Except for your monthly juices, of course."