Chapter 692: Give Her Her First Lipstick
Clara was disappointed the ancient wedding dress couldn't be replicated. โOkay, then Iโll take the measurements first,โ she said, entering the inner room.
Olive remained, her gaze fixed on the fiery red wedding dress. This was the phoenix crown and wedding dress the Greenland ancestors had prepared for their Visionary ancestors. It was breathtakingly beautifulโa dress any woman would adore.
Unseen by Olive, Alex watched her. He saw her captivated expression and curled his thin lips.
Mr. Gonzalez returned to his office, intending to design Claraโs dress. In the hallway, he encountered Alex. Dressed in black, tall and imposing, Alexโs hands were in his pockets, his expression unreadable yet his aura chilling.
Mr. Gonzalez paused. โSorry, what do you want?โ
Alexโs deep voice cut through the silence. โI want to order that fiery red wedding dress.โ
Mr. Gonzalez hesitated, then refused. โNo way. We canโt make itโฆโ
Alex interrupted. โGet ready. Today, the worldโs top embroiderers will be here to create it. Your shop failed before; now, you will succeed.โ
Mr. Gonzalez stared, surprised. He recognized Alex as one of Elvisโs subordinates, but his arrogance was unnerving. โAreโฆare you joking?โ he stammered.
Alexโs thin lips curved slightly. โMr. Gonzalez, if you still canโt make this dress, this shop is finished. You'll know if I'm joking or not.โ
Alex left. Mr. Gonzalez, breaking into a cold sweat, watched him go. Who was he? A powerful figure he couldn't afford to cross.
Mr. Gonzalez designed Clara's dress while Elvis accompanied her. Olive waited outside, restless.
A large hand extended, offering her something. It was lipstick.
Her eyelashes fluttered. She looked up, meeting Alexโs intense gaze.
Olive had received giftsโa One Love ring, rosesโbut never lipstick. โWhere did you get this?โ she asked.
Alex watched her, his lips pursed. โI bought it for you.โ
Olive blushed, turning to leave. โI donโt want it.โ
Alex caught her arm, pulling her against the wall. โI donโt know what color you like. Try it.โ
โThis man!โ She thought. Was he implying she wear it for him?
โNo, I donโt want to!โ
His shadow fell over her face as he opened the lipstick, one hand gently cupping her cheek, the other applying the lipstick.
Teased, Olive frowned, whispering, โElvis!โ
Alex was Elvis! The real Elvis; the man with Clara was an imposter.
Alex leaned close, pushing her into a darker corner. His voice held affection. โSo you recognize me?โ
Olive stared. Even without his usual striking appearance, he still held a captivating presence.
Smiling, she teased, โMr. Augustine, youโre impressive. You still charm women even without your looks or identity. Clara is quite smitten.โ
Alex, focused on applying the lipstick, pressed his body closer, his eyebrow raised in a faint smile. โI donโt care about seducing her. I want to seduce you.โ
Olive blushed, remembering last night's intimacy. She wondered if heโd given her the lipstick because of it.
โMr. Augustine, do you want to hear the truth? Or not?โ
A deep laugh rumbled from his chest. โDid Clara give you the USB?โ
He knew everything. This was all part of his plan.
โYes.โ
โThe Elvis on the USB looks exactly like me. How do you know itโs not me?โ
Olive pushed him away. โI wonโt tell you!โ
Alex lowered his voice. โOlive, is it my power that makes you recognize me?โ
โHow shameless!โ she thought. โA narcissist!โ
โDonโt stare,โ she said. โI wonโt recognize you.โ
His gaze followed her. A smile laced his voice. โI love watching you pretend, while inside youโre yearning for me.โ
Olive covered his lips, glaring. Her face was flushed crimson. How should she behave now?
Alex stopped teasing her, admiring his handiwork. โItโs beautiful.โ
Being a straight man, he'd chosen a typically masculine shade. The pink suited Oliveโs delicate lips perfectly, adding an alluring touch.