Chapter 441
Chapter 441 Don’t you want to be My Mrs. Augustine?
Olive doesn’t know how much time she has left, how long she can be with him. She just knows every
minute and every second is precious, and can’t be wasted.
Olive blushed and nodded quickly, “Yes.”
Elvis’ tall and handsome body slipped through the gap in the door, then he closed the door with his
hand, kissing her small, young face, “I’ll take a shower first.”
He stepped into the bathroom, right after that the sound of water gurgling was heard.
Olive poured herself a ss of water, and she felt her heart beat wildly, almost to her throat. Actually,
she had done those intimate and shy things with him, but such a formal date was still the first time. She
was very nervous.
At this time, with a “click” sound, the bathroom door opened, inside the refreshing scent of the bathtub
along with that handsome and straight figure entered her line of sight.
Elvis took a shower as quickly as possible.
Olive didn’t turn her head, but she looked up at the polished ss window in front of her and saw him
in the window. Elvis, who had finished showering, wore a ck shirt, all buttons unbuttoned, revealing
his solid and noble body, underneath a pair of ck trousers…
Olive’s slender eyelids quivered, and now he had walked over, reached for the ss of water from her
hand, and set it on the table.
Hisrge handnded on her slim waist, and he lowered his head and began to kiss her long hair. Olive
used her white teeth to bite her red lips, asking, “Why did you take a shower so fast? Are you clean?”
“Yes, if you don’t believe me, let’s see.” Elvis reached out, lifted her across, andid her on therge
soft bed.
Olive moved a little, and at this moment her vision darkened, and he raised his hand, slipped his
fingers into hers, and inteced them.
He raised his handsome eyebrows, didn’t rush to kiss her, his voice low and h oar se, every minute.
seductive, “Olive, let’s remarry.”
He said, Olive, let’s remarry.
Olive hasn’t thought about remarrying yet, and with her current body, she fears she won’t be able to
remarry.
Elvis’ thin, flexible lips moved slowly to her snow-white earlobes, h oar sely said: “Olive, why don’t you
say? Don’t you want to be my Mrs. Augustine?”
He leaned close to her earlobe to talk, the clean, fresh male breath on her delicate skin, her body
immediately emerged ayer of pink.
Did she want to be his Mrs. Augustine?
Yes, of course.
Olive felt weak all over her body, and her bright eyes filled with ayer of clear water, “Mr. Augustine, is
this your proposal? Isn’t it too perfunctory? I disagree. This time you have to carefully pursue me first, I
want to see your performance!”
Elvis pursed his thin lips, answering, “Okay, I’ll surely try.”
Chapter 441 Don’t you want to be My Mrs. Augustine?
He bent down to kiss her.
Olive knew he wasn’t serious, her “performance” wasn’t the “performance” in his mouth, and she
smiled away, “Mr. Augustine, your face is a good thing, don’t lose it.”
“You are my Mrs. Augustine, so I don’t need shame.”
This is really the first time Olive has seen such a straight and shameless man!
Certainly Mr. Augustine!
At this point, Elvis reached out to undo the thin strap of her dress, and Olive quickly thought of
something, asking. “Mr. Augustine, do you have… that?”
“What is that?”
“It’s just… to prevent pregnancy. I’ve been in my fertile window for two days now. I’m afraid of getting
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Elvis looked at her charming little face, frowned and said: “If you are pregnant, let’s give birth to a baby.
I will raise the both of you.”
“But…” Her current physical condition was absolutely impossible to conceive.
“But what?” Elvis lifted her slender legs, letting them wrap around his strong waist, coaxing in a deep,
husky voice: “Don’t you want to have a baby for me? You will hear me two children.”
“BUL..”
Elvis lowered his head to block her red lips, “Little liar, you just like to deceive me. Now let me see if
you’re not being honest with your body. After I treat you, you will be honest.”
Olive’s small head was pushed to the head of the bed, hisrge hand quickly covered her forehead,
overbearing but showing love and pity. Olive hastily closed her eyes, she felt herself turning into a pool
of water.
Midnight.
There was a dimmp on the bedside cab in the room, softly illuminating the room.
A tall and muscr man was pressing on a slim woman, their two bodies covered under a nket, the
man’s thin flexible lips kissing the woman’s red lips, asking for her too much.
At this moment, the mobile ringtone rang, it was Olive’s phone.
Olive’s slender eyshes trembled. She opened her dreamy eyes, her soft and seductive face was
red, her delicate eyebrows and eyes full of autumn waves, like a begonia flower that was weakly
beaten by the rain after being taken care of by a man.
Her two soff white hands rested on the man’s broad chest, her clear voice tinged with tenderness:
“President Augustine, the phone…”
Elvis frowned,rge hands pressed against her water snake-like body, saying, “Don’t move…”
The melodious bells in the room rang again and again. Elvis finally let go of her, used his big hand to
circle the bangs on her forehead and push it back, wipe the sweat from her forehead. He kissed her
young and tender cheek, then turned over and leaned against the edge of the bed.
His big bony hand touched the cell phone on the nightstand, he received the call: “Hello.”
The man’s voice was a little h oar se. After indulging himself, he was a bit depraved and s exy. The
upper half of his body was bare, there were some red scratches on the wheat-colored skin, the
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handsome shoulder line and the spine line were exposed, his body became thicker and stronger, filled
with moisture hormones.
There was ayer of sweat on his skin, tiny beads of sweat crawling on his forehead, extremely sex y
and seductive.
After the weight on her body was gone, Olive gasped and leaned over, curled
up,
exhausted.
She had been experiencing his passion for a while, and he really had the appearance of a little wolf.
But why did he answer her call?
Forget it, Olive is now too tired to move her fingers, so she let him take the phone.
Elvis connected the phone, and then a soft voice came from the other end: “Elvis, is that Where’s
Olive?”
you?
The other end of the line is… Damien!
When the phone rang just now, he looked at the caller ID and recognized Damien’s phone number. But
it was sote, why did Damien call his Mrs. Augustine?
Elvis felt that he was already shameless in front of Olive, but didn’t think that old man Damien was
even more shameless!