Chapter 138


    Chapter 138 Elvis’s darling.


    Olive’s heart skipped a beat when she stared into his eyes. She reached out and grabbed his index


    finger.


    The scene seemed to have been reyed from twenty years ago, when Elvis had first met Olive. Olive


    was still a baby. She was a glutinous dumpling.


    In the baby’s room, Joyce was pretty and elegant. She didn’t know what was happening, but Anabelle’s


    beautiful and sad eyes slowly overflowed with a smile.


    Elvis stood by the cradle. Anabelle had walked over and stroke his head gently.


    “Elvis, this will be your wife in the future.”


    In the cradle, Olive stared at him with her big eyes. She waved her hands and tugged at his index


    finger. She held on tightly, not wanting to let go.


    Olive had grinned. Elvis’s handsome face suddenly reddened as he turned around and went back to


    his room.


    When he was leaving, he heard Joyce’s beautiful voice conversing with Anabelle.


    “This is the first time I’ve since seen Elvis smile.”


    Elvis didn’t know that the girl underneath him was betrothed to him. Olive stared at Elvis provocatively.


    “Thank me for helping you relieve your dreams.


    Elvis realized that whenever he made mentioned of his bride, that Olive would be jealous. But he loved


    the way she was jealous.


    “Mrs. Augustine, your skin is itchy again, isn’t it?” His fingersnded on the buttons of her pajamas,


    intending to unbutton them.


    Olive knocked off his restless hand and pushed him away, attempting to run away.


    “Mr. Augustine, don’t mess around!”


    Elvis grabbed her ankle and pulled her back. They both rolled on the bed, as Olive struggled to free


    herself. The wooden bed made a creaking sound.


    A cough suddenly sounded from the next door. Olive stiffened and quickly stopped moving. She had


    forgotten that she was at the dormitory, and the sound emanating from the bed, could pass a wrong


    message.


    Olive’s face reddened in s hame, as she was certain that the students in the next wrong must have


    misunderstood, and passed a wrong judgement. She covered her face with both of her hands in s


    hame.


    Elvis grabbed Olive and hugged her tightly. Olive hammered him hard and muttered,


    “It’s all your fault.”


    Elvis raised his lips and replied,


    “What are you afraid of? Is there anyone who doesn’t know that the man in your room is me? It’s legal


    for us to share the same bed.”


    The Doted by My Olive didn’t want to continue conversing with the s ham less Elvis. So she changed


    the subject. “What’s wrong with your aunt? Why doesn’t she like you?” “A woman like my mother had


    many admirers, and my uncle was amongst them.” “What?” Olive was speechless. “Then what


    happened? What’s the story between your mother and father. And also with your stepmother, Lily?”


    Olive questioned interestedly, as she was ready to gossip. Olive was convinced that Elvis had just told


    her the surface of the story, and had not dived into the exciting part. Elvis rolled over and pinned her


    wrist above her head. Then he unbuttoned her pyjamas.


    “I’ve chatted with you long enough. It’s time for us to turn off the lights.”


    Olive felt her buttons being unbuttoned. Her skin felt a little cold when the breeze touched it. She


    wanted to struggle, but she found out that she was imprisoned by him and could not


    move.


    “Mr. Augustine, just sleep. Don’t do anything under the guise of sleeping. Hurry up and let me go!”


    Elvis kissed her forehead, his thin lips slid down from her forehead, to her eyes, then to her nose, and


    finallynding on her lips.


    “Shh! Mrs. Augustine, don’t yell. The next student will hear you.


    Olive was so scared that she held her breathe. She didn’t dare to move or make a sound. She could


    only stare at him with watery eyes.


    Elvis buried his handsome face in her hair and said in a hoarse voice,


    “I wanna see if you’ve grown up.”


    Olive quickly closed her eyes as she waited for sleep to take her away.


    Divine handed Olive a parcel.


    “Olive, this is for you.”


    Olive looked at the box. The address of the sender was that of Bounty.


    Bounty had called Olive to inquire about her address. Olive didn’t expect the parcel to arrive so quickly.


    “Olive, what’s inside the box?” Divine asked curiously.


    “I don’t know. I’ll open it and have a look.” Olive opened the box and in itid a beautiful evening dress


    “Wow. This dress is so beautiful.” Divine eximed.


    The dress was a long, bright, nude color dress. There were countless crystals on the dress. It was


    crystal clear and beautiful.


    Bounty was of noble birth, and had great taste. There was also a note on the dress, which


    read,


    “Looking forward to having you tonight, my Ote


    The dinner party was at dusk, ty wasioing her over


    Olive thought about it for a while, she took out her phone and sent a message to Elvis


    Mr. Augustine, I’m going to a party might, okay?


    Elvis had left the CEO’s office was about taking the VIP elevator out


    Elvis didn’t intend bringing Olive to the dinner party. He didn’t want her toe in contact with anyone


    from the Augustine family. He did want her to know about his unbearable past.


    When he received the message. Elvis replied,


    “You can go, but you’re not allowed to wear anything short. And keep a safe distance from hoys. Also,


    you must send me a text when you wanna leave, so I can pick you up


    Alright, thank you. Mr. Augustine Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    The dinner was held in the lobby of an exquisite hotel. Pam had dressed up and had arrived quite


    early