Chapter 253: His Heart Was Empty
Hearing the final three words, Elvis lowered his hand, gently raised his beautiful eyes, and glanced at Peterson. Peterson felt a chill, but he pinched his neck, offered a flat smile, and said, โYoung Master, I didnโt say that. It was Secretary Andrew.โ Andrew sneezed. Who was the little bastard whoโd shifted the blame? Peterson, however, wasnโt fabricating. Since Elvisโs return to Canada, heโd had no female companionship.
Elvis indifferently retracted his gaze. โDrive.โ
โYes, Young Master.โ
Elvis returned to the Red Villa, now his solitary residence. Dr. Kellerman, his twenty-first psychologist, had been awaiting him. Dr. Kellerman, a young man with fair skin, wore a white coat. He looked at Elvis gently and politely. โHello, sir. Please sit down.โ
Elvis sat on the sofa, his long legs elegantly crossed, his expression indifferent. Dr. Kellerman sat opposite him. โMr. Augustine, relax. We can chat now. Have you ever dated?โ
Elvis shook his head. โNo.โ
โSince youโve never dated, how do you know youโre frigid? Itโs a simple matter. You could try dating,โ Dr. Kellerman suggested.
Elvis pursed his lips. โI was injured.โ
Dr. Kellermanโs gaze fell on his trousers. โWhatโs the reason?โ
Elvis shook his head. โI donโt know. I canโt remember how I got hurt. In any case, I have no sexual interest in women, and I dislike their advances. Recently, a girl was close to meโpure, intelligent, someone I should have favoredโbut even then, I felt no desire.โ
Only upon returning to the Imperial did Elvis realize heโd sustained a lower-body injury. The location of the wound was significant; the lack of memory was unusual. He was twenty-eight. While not overtly lustful, he was still young, yet possessed absolutely no sexual desire, and his body remained unresponsive. He knew something was wrong, whether frigidity or impotence. He should have liked Crystal; sometimes, her long black hair and mischievous eyebrow arch made his heart flutter.
Dr. Kellerman nodded, indicating understanding. โMr. Augustine, if a woman is near you, try dating her. See if your feelings deepen, if you crave her. Intimate embraces are inherently sexually appealing. Open yourself up; let her in.โ
Chapter 253 (continued): His Heart Was Empty
Elvis likely knew of the arranged marriage between the Roberts and the Augustine family. Alpha considered Crystal his prospective daughter-in-law. In truth, Elvis didnโt care whom he spent his life with. Heโd respect his wife, grant her title, wealth, and power, including children, and guarantee fidelity. Crystal was the only woman whoโd been close to him, so marriage wasn't a bad idea. But now, he had no interest in intimacy with her. Today, everyone had urged him to kiss her, but he hadnโt wanted to.
Elvis looked at Dr. Kellerman, his voice low and slightly hoarse. โI donโt know why I feel empty inside. My life is neither good nor bad. I donโt like anything. I wake, I stand, the sun sets, I sleep. My days are as monotonous as a machine. Marvin asked me if Iโm happy today. No, Iโm not. I donโt even know what happiness is. I donโt know what I yearn for, but I always feel like Iโve lost something vital.โ
Dr. Kellerman looked at his handsome face in the dim light. He suspected this man had endured significant trauma, yet now lived a peaceful life. โMr. Augustine, letโs try hypnosis next time. Iโll enter your world and see if I can find the answers, and what youโve lost.โ
After Kellerman left, Elvis took a cold shower and went to bed. His routine was normal; he slept soundly each night. He didnโt know when his sleep disorder had been cured, but it was gone; no more nightmares, he slept until dawn. Everything was better. He was fine.
Then, a โding.โ A text from Crystal. โElvis, can you drive me to school tomorrow?โ
Elvis remembered Dr. Kellermanโs suggestion and didnโt refuse. A simple โYesโ filled Crystal with joy. โElvis, thank you. Iโm so happy. Go to bed early. See you tomorrow.โ
Elvis placed his phone on the nightstand and calmly closed his eyes.
Meanwhile, at the Hart family home in Imperial City, Tom Hart, the family head, burst into a room, his temper already flaring. He cursed angrily, โOlive, did that bastard Noah call you? Do you want me to call someone? Weโll put him in a sack and beat him up!โ
Olive stood on the carved balcony, clad in a loose white dress that accentuated her delicate figure. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, half her face elegantly shadowed. After three months, she seemed fully recovered, radiating a jade-like beauty. At Tom Hartโs outburst, Olive quickly placed a finger to her lips. โDad, be quiet, youโre scaring my birds.โ She was feeding them; a cage with three fluffy chicks sat beside her.
โOlive, what time is it? Why are you feeding birds? Youโve raised these for three months; theyโve never left you. Theyโre just ordinary birds! If you like, Iโll catch some forest birds for you.โ Tom Hart, a martial artist, was strong, forthright, and bold.
Olive quickly declined. โDad, thank you, but forest birds arenโt as good as my children. And Noah wasnโt pleased earlier; heโs probably furious. Iโll make peace with him. The marriage is over, Dad. Iโve just arrived in Imperial; please donโt cause a scene. Letโs keep this quiet.โ