Chapter 470: Olive Don’t Bully Me
Elvis kissed her gently, yet powerfully. He even removed the lemon candy from her mouth with his tongue, the sour taste filling their mouths. Olive raised a hand, touching his chest to push him away. Elvis broke the kiss, but flames still burned in his eyes. He said in a low voice, “Olive, I want you.”
Olive remembered his last violent act, the injuries it inflicted. Only a few days had passed, and he was asking again. “Elvis, did you come to me just for sex?”
“No.”
“Then don’t touch me. If you want sex, go to Crystal. In my opinion, you two are still married, even without a certificate. Sex is a husband and wife’s obligation.”
The warm atmosphere shattered. Elvis’s eyes widened as he sat up. “What did you just say? Repeat it.”
Olive met his gaze. “If you want to hear it, I’ll say it a hundred times. If you want sex, go to Crystal. Sleep with her!”
Elvis’s face darkened. She had said she didn’t want him; now she was urging him to sleep with Crystal. This was going too far!
He pursed his lips, stood, and left the bed. Was he really leaving? To find Crystal? He’d already slept with her once; did he want a second time?
Olive sat up quickly, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at him. “Elvis, don’t come back!”
The pillow struck the back of his head; he stopped. The next second, he turned and returned to the bed, staring fiercely, like a beast about to devour its prey.
“Olive, could you stop bullying me?”
The high wall around Olive’s heart crumbled. He’d used the cruelest tone to utter the most cowardly words. She laid back, curling into a ball, her back to him.
Elvis knew she was heartbroken. He moved closer, gently holding her shoulders, lowering his head to kiss her cheek. “Olive, I don’t want it anymore, okay? If you don’t want me to touch you, I won’t. It’s New Year’s Eve in two days. I’ve cleared my schedule. I’ll be with you.”
Olive closed her eyes softly, replying, “I’ve been here the whole time. I’m bored. I want to go out, get some fresh air.”
She wanted to leave. Elvis’s eyes darkened. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t let her go, but he feared an accident. He lowered his eyes, studying her face. Her eyes were closed; he couldn’t see her expression. She’d been quiet lately. This sudden desire for fresh air…he didn’t know what she was thinking.
“Okay, Olive, I can take you out, but you mustn’t try to escape. Even if you leave my side, you can’t leave Imperial City.” He added, “You’re smart; you understand.”
Olive remained silent, her eyes closed as if asleep. Her silence unsettled him. He felt she was like fine sand, slipping through his fingers; the harder he tried to hold her, the more he lost her.
He reached out, holding her close. She’d lost weight, hadn’t eaten well, but her body was still soft. He kissed her forehead, murmuring, “Olive, get some sleep.”
The next day, Elvis kept his promise, taking Olive to a resort, a paradise on earth owned by Reuben Mason. Elvis spoke with Mr. Mason, a straightforward, rough man in his thirties, an old friend.
“Mr. Augustine, Miss Hart, welcome to my resort. I want to introduce someone—my fiancée.” Reuben announced.
A familiar figure appeared: Charlotte Paulo. Olive hadn’t seen her in a long time and was surprised to see her as Mr. Mason’s fiancée. Charlotte wore a long red dress, looking healthy and robust.
Mr. Mason put an arm around Charlotte’s waist. “My love, meet my guests, President Augustine and Miss Hart. They’re honored guests.”
“Mr. Augustine, Miss Hart, this is my fiancée, Charlotte.”
Charlotte’s gaze finally landed on Olive. She smiled maliciously. “Miss Hart, I’ve admired you for a long time.”
Olive’s eyes lit up; a smile appeared on her face. “Hello, Charlotte.”
Elvis stepped forward, pulling Olive into his embrace. “Mr. Mason, Olive and I are tired. We’ll go to our room.”
He ignored Charlotte.
Charlotte said, “Mr. Augustine, you and Crystal just married, yet you’ve abandoned your wife for a vacation with Olive. Does Crystal know?” Without waiting for a reply, she laughed. “It’s a coincidence, though. Crystal’s here for a vacation too.”
A figure appeared at the doorway: Crystal. “Elvis, why didn’t you tell me about the vacation?” she pouted, acting spoiled.
Elvis’s face remained impassive. His eyes moved from Charlotte to Crystal. Knowing the Paulo family was present, he knew Logan would be nearby.
Crystal declared proudly, “Mr. Mason, is the room ready? Elvis and I are married. We should stay in the same room!”