Chapter 637 He kissed her


    Olive stood obediently in the corner, not daring to move, because in this melee between the men, she


    had to defend herself first, not dragging Elvis down.


    At this moment, a bodyguard threw a bottle of wine at her. Her eyshes trembled, she quietly touched


    the silver needle on her waist.


    But when her vision darkened, a breath of clean and pure masculinity rushed forward, firmly protecting


    her in his chest.


    With a bang, the bottle shattered.


    Olive saw that Elvis had reached out, and now that the ck sleeve on his arm had been cut, there


    was a long bl oody slit inside, making people scared.


    He was the one who protected her just now.


    He was injured!


    Olive gasped, her heart seemed to be gripped by arge hand. She quickly used her small hand to


    suppress the blood from his wound.


    Looking at the woman’s pale face, Elvis’ tall and straight body hidden in the dark, covered in ayer of


    bl oody hostility, he coldly smirked, ‘Satisfied? So many men have been fighting for you.”


    Olive was momentarily speechless.


    At this time, the security guards on the yacht and the person called by Raven were quickly present,


    quickly stabilizing the scene. Raven knocked out two bodyguards and ran over. “Elvis, are you okay?”


    “No problem.” Elvis pursed his thin lips, then grabbed Olive’s slender wrist, pulling her away.


    Elvis took big steps, Olive struggling to follow behind him. He walked to the door now, and he kicked


    the door open, pulling her in.


    Before Olive could even stand up, she was dragged into the bathroom, pushed to the front of the sink.


    Then he turned on cold water to wash her wrists.


    What was he doing?


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    What was he crazy about?


    Olive quickly frowned and began mele.


    But there is a big difference in strength between men and women. Elvis used his long, slender fingers


    to squeeze her hand so tightly that she couldn’t move. His beautiful eyes were focused on washing her


    wrists, as if he wanted to wash her clean.


    Elvis felt dirty.


    Just thinking about the sight of her shining wrists being dragged away by the drunken second-


    generation rich guy and the boss just now, bloodthirsty fury rose up in his chest again. For some


    reason, he couldn’t see other men touching her, not even holding her small hand.


    He knew he wasn’t normal, and he tried his best to restrain himself, but it still didn’t work.


    He couldn’t stand it.


    Olive had noticed his temper, and she couldn’t anger him at the moment, so she calmed down and let


    him forment.


    A few minutester, Elvis finally stopped, his long legs taking two steps forward. He pressed her


    against the porcin wall, his two slender fingers squeezed her petite jaw, then he coldly looked at her:


    “Did I warn you not to mess around outside? Don’t you understand?”


    Messing around?


    Olive hastily shook her head, “No, I didn’t do anything!”


    “Haha,” Elvis let out a deep, dangerousugh from his throat. ‘Then why don’t you show me you split


    your legs?”


    Olive’s private life is clean, but she’s heard a lot that a lot girls in high-ss chubs,


    of rich men pic throw piles of money on those girls, and let them try their best


    The wider the girls spread their legs, the more they can satisfy the corrupt desires of those men. Olive


    stared nkly at the man in front of her, and suddenly realized that this man had never yed with


    wainen, but he knew how to joke with them.


    She suddenly remembered an article she had read in a magazine, whichmented that a man of 30


    years old really grew up. He must act only have enough money and power, but also have the eyes that


    can see through women.


    This type of man can be called the most wonderful, able to satisfy all women’s fantasies about men.


    Olive can’t deny that she really loves this kind of man, but under his elegant and luxurious appearance,


    she can vividly interpret his evil spirit.


    But what does he mean now?


    Olive suddenly understood what he thought of her. Did he… love her?


    Her slender eyshes trembled, and she looked at him suspiciously.


    Elvis also felt he had said too much. He still couldn’t ept the fact that he was seduced by a maid.


    He quickly let go of Olive.


    Olive held his injured right arm, meaning she would bandage him up!


    They returned to the room. Elvis sat on the side of the bed, Olive stood in front of him. She bent down


    to take off his bl oody ck shirt, and then used a cotton swab soaked in alcohol to wipe his wound.


    Seeing this terrible wound, Olive’s heart still trembled. This is the wound he suffered to save her.


    “Are you hurt?” she asked.


    Elvis handsome face hidden in the dim yellow light was expressionless, he faintly hummed: “Yes.”


    He said it hurt.


    Olive pursed her red mouth and blew into his wound.


    So childish.


    Elvis looked at her, remembering that day in the mansion room, her little hands touching on his back


    were so tender and pitiful, she even boasted to him.


    There was a bit of tenderness in Elvis’ long, narrow eyes. He was moved. He drew his long, proud legs


    together, mping her between his legs.


    He…


    Olive quickly used her small hand to grab the shirt on his shoulder to keep herself from falling, but now


    she was caught by him between his legs. He was sitting and she was standing, their breaths beginning


    to merge.


    Elvis looked at her, then slowly covered her mouth and nose with hisrge hand, leaving only her clear


    pupils.


    Her clear eyes were really beautiful and attractive, giving him a very familiar feeling.


    Now instead of looking at her face, just looking at these eyes, Elvis felt his heart sk ip a beat.


    “Who are you?” Elvis asked in his deep voice.


    Olive’s heart ski pped a beat, her spection seemed to have been confirmed. He…. was in love with


    her. At least, she was special to him.


    Otherwise, he wouldn’t be jealous.


    Otherwise, he wouldn’t have fought for her.


    Otherwise, he wouldn’t show such embarrassment in front of her.


    Olive’s heart was so soft that she bet everything on him. Even though she hadn’t won yet, he had


    pleased her at this moment.


    Olive lowered her head and quickly kissed his thin lips.


    Elvis’s pupils constricted. She kissed him!


    Even if it’s just a shallow kiss, her lips were soft, with the feminine scent he liked.


    Elvis grabbed her slim waist and pulled her onto hisp.