Chapter 45: Israel's Servant

Olive was stunned. She had prepared to confront him and leave, but he denied any involvement with Rita and declared his affection for her. His confession caught her off guard; she blinked repeatedly.

“Are you telling the truth?”

Elvis’s voice, low and magnetic, held a compelling power. “It’s true. If you don’t believe me, I’ll go to the hospital to prove my purity.”

Olive immediately kicked him. “Liar! A man can’t undergo a virginity test.”

Elvis covered her face with his hands and kissed her lips. “Olly, be nice to me, okay?”

Olive, who had always guarded her heart, was already in love with him. His absence caused her pain, his hurt mirrored in her own heart, and his involvement with other women ignited jealousy and turmoil. It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling.

She obediently allowed his kiss, then broke away, saying, “I’m very fierce. If you have other women, I’ll hit them. So think carefully.”

When Love Becomes a Thing of the Past

Elvis’s eyes shone with joy. He said dotingly, “Have I ever told you you’re most charming when you’re angry?”

Olive blushed, pushed him away, and returned to her room.

Rita hadn’t left. Feeling a profound sense of loss, she was determined to drive Olive away. Elvis emerged from the study. Rita rushed to him, sobbing, “Elvis, that maid hit me. Look at my body. Elvis, do something.”

She moved closer, attempting to cling to him. Elvis calmly avoided her; the scent of her perfume disgusted him. He already missed Olive’s sweet fragrance, the lingering memory of her embrace.

“Rita, from tomorrow onwards, you don’t have to come to the company again. Leave LA and never let me see you.”

Rita was shocked. “What? Elvis, what’s wrong with you? This isn’t true. What did I do wrong?”

Elvis stared at her one last time and muttered, “Your biggest mistake was seducing me in front of Mrs. Augustine.”

Rita’s face turned pale.

In the bedroom, Olive emerged from the shower. Elvis, already showered and wearing dark blue silk pajamas, leaned against the bedside, reading. Usually, they slept separately—she in the bed, he on the sofa. But tonight, he was in the bed. Despite confessing her feelings, her heart pounded.

He looked up, his eyes finding hers. He patted the bed, beckoning her. “Come here.”

Olive hesitated. He put down his book and stood. “Do you want me to hug you?”

She climbed onto the bed, turning her back to him, avoiding contact. He pulled her into his arms. Her head rested on his arm, her face near his chest. She wanted to pull away, but his voice held a gentle smile.

“Why don’t we watch a movie?”

She nodded, unmoving. Her phone rang—Derrick. She ignored it, then a message arrived, also from Derrick, which she similarly ignored.

Elvis took the phone. The dim light illuminated his handsome face. He started to answer it.

“Don’t answer it,” Olive quickly said.

He looked at her. “What? Are you afraid I’ll deal with him?”

“No, this is my business. We talked about this; you shouldn’t interfere.”

“Oh,” he muttered, tossing the phone onto the bed.

Olive knew he was angry. He was domineering and protective, disliking other men’s interest in his woman. She kissed his face; he bit her lip. She winced. He released her, their breaths mingled. He traced her hair.

“Mine. You’re mine. Understood?”

“Understood. But I’ll handle Derrick and the Hart family. Even though I’m with you, I don’t want to depend on you. I want to be independent—the woman you admired.”

He looked at her bright eyes, her persistence, stubbornness, and pride. He slowly removed her mask, revealing her beautiful face. Compared to her stunning appearance at the bar, she was even more alluring in his arms.

He couldn’t deny his attraction. His body ached for her. He kissed her; she clung to his pajamas. Her body softened. She moved her hands to his waist.

He suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on hers.