Chapter 101


    Chapter 101 My little bride.


    When she heard his story, Olive’s eyshes shivered. She withdrew her small hand


    and stopped giving him the acupuncture.


    Elvis opened his eyes and stared at her beautiful face.


    “What’s wrong?”


    Olive pouted her lips and muttered,


    “Oh, it’s nothing. I just thought that the little bribe that was meant to belong to Mr.


    Augustine was snatched away by his younger brother. Mr. Augustine must be very sad


    about it.”


    Elvis quickly raised his hand and squeezed her delicate face.


    “Little jealous thing. You are jealous of a baby who was still in a swaddle.


    Olive looked at him and let out a chuckle.


    “That was years ago. That baby must be an adult by now. And that little girl that your


    mother liked so much might look so beautiful and enchanting by now.”


    “After that day, my mother’s old friend disappeared with her daughter. I really didn’t


    witness her growth.” Elvis added.


    “It means just one thing, that Mr. Augustine hasn’t searched for them in thest few


    years.”


    A frown appeared on Elvis’s face. With his silence, Olive could clearly grasp his


    response.


    Olive raised her right foot and kicked him hard. Elvis didn’t see thating, he fell off


    the bed and rolled into the fluffy wool carpet.


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    Elvis’s handsome face was a little gloomy, his thin lips purser into an unhappy arc, and


    his aura was cold and powerful.


    Olive furrowed her brows and looked at him. Her clear, ck eyes exuded a beautiful


    light.


    “Mr. Augustine, let me inform you, I won’t be intimated. I’m not done dealing with


    Pam and now a little bride has surfaced.”


    “Little brat, your ass is itchy, isn’t it?” Elvis cursed in a low voice, then quickly got up and


    climbed onto the bed, reaching for her.


    Olive was upset, but she was still in her senses. Elvis grabbed her slender ankle and


    dragged her under him. He turned her over and spanked her ass.


    Olive’s face instantly reddened. The spank didn’t cause her pain but it caused her


    shame. She grabbed his big hand and said,


    “Elvis, you’re not allowed to be perverted.”


    Elvis pressed his handsome face into her long hair and exined in a low voice,


    “My mother really doesn’t have any friends, and she has a weak temperament. She


    likes very few people.My mother really liked that girl so much. If I can find that girl, I’ll


    treat her like my very own sister.”


    While still underneath him, Olive could ufortably feel his heaviness. She hummed


    unhappily.


    “What kind of sister? Your mother found a sister for you, right? What if she wasn’t


    good–looking, would you still want her to be your sister?”


    Elvis’s thin lips kissed her cheeks with overflowing affections. He didn’t expect her to be


    so jealous, although he liked


    it.


    “I’m Elvis Augustine to you. But I’m very proud of myself, and not all women will like


    that. Unless that girl has a beautiful face like you, and also has your intelligence,


    tenacity, and bravery. It’s a pity that you’re the only unique person in this world. Apart


    from you, there’s no one else who can make my heart fall like this.”


    Olive felt that his tongue was sugar coated, so she reached out to push him.


    Go away.”


    Elvis stared at her and slowly let go of her. Olive crawled back into her nket and


    looked at his face.


    “So, you and that little bride have only met once. Does she like you?”


    Elvis pondered for a moment.


    “She grabbed my finger.”


    “How did she pull it?” Olive stretched out her small hand and slowly pulled his index


    finger into her palm.


    Elvis’s blinked severally, an image from years back suddenly surfaced in his memory. At


    that time, he was only seven years old. He stood by the cradle and looked at the little


    girl.


    Not long after the baby was born, she was not wrinkled like other children. She had


    already polished and glowed.


    At that time, she was lying on the goose–yellow nket, staring at him with her big


    ck eyes. Her little hands danced in the air, grabbing his slender index finger and


    grinning at him.


    His mother had teased him,


    “Look. Elvis’s little bride likes Elvis very much.”


    Elvis looked at Olive’s watery eyes, and her appearance suddenly ovepped with that


    of the little girl back then.


    Elvis lowered his head and kissed her red lips. But Olive avoided it. She quickly


    released his index finger and wrapped the silk around her body. She even scolded him.


    “Mr. Augustine, you look so terrifying.”


    Elvis swallowed hard, rolling his Adam apple. He reached out and hugged Olive in his


    arms.


    “Sleep, will you?” He muttered.


    Olive raised her face in his sturdy chest and wriggled her body.


    “Mr. Augustine, how did your mother die?”


    Olive could feel that he loved his mother very much.


    Elvis shut his eyes and his handsome face was calm.


    “Mum cut open her stomach with a knife and took out the baby in it. She thought the


    baby was to be due on July, but the baby was already dead. It was a girl. Mum was


    devastated, she jumped off from a skyscraper, and her body was never found.”


    Olive froze. She was traumatized by the story and couldn’t regain her self for some


    moment.


    She pondered on the amount of courage a woman would have to be forced to open her


    stomach with a knife.


    Elvis rolled over and pulled her warm body into his embrace. He muttered,


    “Olive, I will never let go of your hand in the future. I’ll never let you go.”