Chapter 108


    Chapter 108 Let’s quarrel.


    What?


    Mr. Henry turned his head and looked at the lemon tree in the back garden.


    Mr. Henry was an old man. He was most afraid of eating sour things, and lemon was


    top on that list..


    “Young master, how about I kneel before you?” Mr. Henry requested with trembling


    hands.


    He turned to look at the olddy Samantha, beckoning with his eyes for her to help him.


    Mrs. Augustine stole a nce at Mr. Henry, indicating to him to hold on and not to panic.


    Mrs. Samantha diverted her gaze to Elvis, she said in the kindest tone,


    “Elvis, dear, uncle Henry is too old. How can you request him to eat half the tree of


    lemon?”


    Elvis nced at the olddy.


    “I forgot that grandma likes lemons too. How about you eat half of the tree while uncle


    Henry eats the other half?”


    Mrs. Samantha tapped powerlessly on the table.


    “Henry, this is your fault. As adults, when we do something wrong, it’s expected for us to


    take responsibility. So, the lemons are yours.”


    Mr. Henry stood speechless and defeated. He felt his feet wobble as he prayed for Elvis


    to have a change of mind.


    Olive took in a deep breathe. She reached out and tugged at Elvis’s sleeve.


    “Grandma, uncle Henry, Elvis is only joking with you both. Right, Mr. Augustine?”


    Elvis stared at Olive’s ck and crystal eyes. Olive blinked severally, imploring his


    concurrence.


    A frown appeared on Elvis’s face. Olive not wanting to lose her opportunity of rescuing


    the duo, stood on tiptoe and kissed Elvis’s right cheek.


    Elvis’s eyebrows rxed.


    In order to take credit for Olive’s hardwork, Mrs. Samantha turned to Mr. Henry and


    muttered,


    “It’ll be alright, okay?”


    Mr. Henry who was previously quivering suddenly swore to always stick around Olive in


    the future, for he knew that she alone had such great powers of calming Elvis.


    Olive slowly moved away from Elvis. She turned to the olddy and said,


    “Grandma, I’ll be upstairs.”


    Mrs. Samantha waved her right hand happily.


    “Bye, Olive.”


    Olive headed upstairs.


    “Grandma, I’ll be upstairs too.” Elvis muttered as he followed suit.


    Mrs Samantha let out a loudughter and replied,


    “Sure, you both can go ahead.”


    Elvis walked into the room and saw Olive standing beside the bed, she was packing


    some medical books and cing them into a bag.


    “Mrs. Augustine, are you going somewhere?”


    “Mr. Augustine, I wanted discussing something with you.” Olive said to him as she


    stopped packing the books.


    “I’ll be sleeping in the research institute from henceforth. I know that Pam will stick in


    her eyes to see if we’re fighting and arguing, so I want to give her a show.” Olive added.


    Elvis who was unbuttoning the buttons from his white shirt, suddenly halted. He walked


    over to her. He let out a scoff and said,


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    Olive blinked hershes and pretended as though she didn’t understand what he


    meant.


    “What?” She asked calmly.


    “I know I’m silly and sweet.” Elvis responded with a sweet chuckle.


    Olive adjusted and stood upright, with her eyes fixed on him.


    “You’re really extraordinary. I’m certain that thousands of girls are fascinated by you.”


    Elvis stared at her, he shook his head slightly.


    “How are you nning on giving Pam a show?” Elvis questioned interestedly.


    “Mr. Augustine, I just need your help for a little while. ” Olive moved closer to Elvis and


    rubbed her body against


    him.


    Elvis swallowed hard as his Adam apple rolled. His entire appearance was that of


    anger. He ruthlessly pushed her away with his big hand, as shended on the bed.


    “What help do you need?”


    Elvis red gloomily at her,


    “Mrs. Augustine, I don’t like you being associated with anyone, not even uncle Henry.


    Let’s make our rtionship. public already. It’s time for you to bear my name!”


    Olive felt her heart pounding heavily.


    Initially, they were only bounded by a contract. Hence the reason it was a hidden


    marriage.


    Olive’s took in a deep breathe. She nodded vigorously,


    “Yes, I know that’s it time.”


    Elvis walked up to Olive, whoid on the bed. He got onto the bed and pulled her into


    his arms. He cupped her chin with his hands and kissed her red lips. But Olive swiftly


    pushed him away and ran out of the room quickly.


    Olive walked out of the gate of the Red Vi. The evening cool breeze feel on her hot


    face. She was ready to return to the institute.


    Some of the celebrities in LA suddenly approached her.They were the same group of


    girls who were with Pam at Kisnd bar.


    “Yo, isn’t that the inte celebrity, Olive?” The tallest amongst them initiated.


    “Olive, are you okay? Don’t you have to serve that old man tonight?” Another mocked.


    “Where’s president Augustine? Oh, don’t tell me that he kicked you out, or did he?” The


    third one added, as they all bursted into a loudughter.


    Thedies had deep jealousy for Olive. Olive had instinctively knew that everyone was


    impatiently waiting for her to be kicked out by Elvis. She was ready to give them the


    show they all craved for. So she hastily wore a saddened expression and made to walk


    away from them.


    Thedies wanted to taunt Olive as much as they could, but soon, they saw a tall and


    handsome figure walking towards them.


    Elvis’s narrow and deep eyes nced at thedies, his aura was cold and arrogant.


    Thedies felt their entire body go numb and they quickly walked away in fear.


    However, Olive had froze on her spot. She had just pleaded with him to act as though


    they were fighting.


    Why then did he follow her?


    Olive didn’t turn to spare him a nce. She just quickened her pace and walked further


    away from him. After covering a reasonable amount of distance. Olive suddenly turned


    and was shocked to find Elvis trailing behind her


    Olive shot him a re, one which beckoned on him to go home.


    Elvis stepped forward and sped her wrist with his sharp fingers.


    “Get in the car, I’ll take you to the academy.”


    Olive winked at him, informing him that the celebrities were still peeking. Once Olive


    noticed that Elvis wasn’tplying to her pleas, she quickly shook off his hand.


    In split seconds, a big hand grabbed her shoulders, Elvis pressed her directly against


    the street light pole. “Mr. Augustine, what are you doing? We’re fighting, don’t you get?”


    Olive reminded nervously.


    Elvis stared at her clear eyes.


    “Hush, will you?”