Chapter673:LeviIsYourSon!


    He had always been the one to take the initiative between them. This time, she had taken the


    unprecedented step of being so forward, yet he had actually avoided her and kept her from getting


    close.


    Olive felt embarrassed!


    She clenched her fist and gave him a hard punch, “Elvis, what are you doing? Why won’t you let me


    kiss you? I want to kiss you”


    Elvis blinked his handsome eyes and used hisrge hand to gently push her soft waist, trying to


    maintain some distance. With her clinging so weakly to him, he was exerting his utmost self–control to


    restrain his impulses.


    Her drunken appearance resembled that of a little cat, adorably cute and a bit willful. He hadn’t let her


    kiss him, but she had managed to nt a kiss on his face.


    His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he observed her flushed face. “Olive, are you trying to get


    yourself drunk to do something naughty with me?”


    Elvis was on the verge ofughter. When they were in the Royal city, she had tried to use aphrodisiacs


    on him. Now she had gotten herself drunk to offer herself to him. She was continuouslying up with


    ways to embarrass him.


    Olive was in a daze, “What did you say?”


    Little drunkard!


    Elvis reached out and lifted her horizontally, carrying her towards the bathroom.


    The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Olive tightly wrap her arms around his neck. “Where are


    you taking me?


    “To take a bath.”


    “Ah, a bath?” Olive quickly revealed a shy smile. “Elvis, you’re so naughty. You actually want to take a


    bath with me.”


    As she spoke, Olive smiled foolishly, “Well then, I can help you scrub your back-”


    She blinked her long, feathery eyshes, looking at him with a mischievous expression


    Elvis felt like there were hot coals swirling in his throat. He quickly entered the bathroom in the rest


    area and then extended his hand, tossing her,


    With a thud, Olive was forcefully thrown into therge bathtub, immediately immersed in the cold water.


    Ah!


    Olive’s drunkenness diminished instantly. She frantically paddled around in the tub with her hands and


    feet for a while, and it took her a moment to resurface.


    Her damp, jet–ck hair clung to her face, with water continuously dripping down. Gasping heavily.


    Olive raised her head and looked at Elvis with a mixture of shock and anger. “Elvis, have you gone


    crazy?”


    At this moment, Elvis stood tall and upright by the bathtub. The cold water had already wet his trouser


    legs, but he didn’t mind. He looked down at the nearly furlous Olive. “Are you sober now?”


    What… What?


    There were countless ways to sober someone up, why did he choose such a rough method?


    “Elvis, you’re really… despicable!” Olive clenched her fist andined.


    Elvis gazed at her water–sttered face without disying any regret. “I don’t like wasting time on a


    drunkard. It’s better if you stay sober before speaking or doing anything.”


    ‘…?” Olive’s determination for victory tonight had been strong. She even drank to boost her courage to


    conquer him. But now, she had failed miserably. She had stolen a chicken only to lose the rice.


    Olive’s mood plummeted. She felt very cold, so she pitifully extended her slender arm and looked at


    him, “I’m so cold, can you carry me out?”


    Elvis took arge towel and wrapped her up in it, then lifted her horizontally.


    Olive raised her small hand and touched his handsome face with her delicate fingers, gently caressing


    it. “Elvis, am I not pretty anymore? Is that why you don’t like me?”


    Elvis looked at her. Her face might not be as beautiful as before, but she hadn’t changed much in other


    aspects. She still attracted him just as much, which was why he had recognized her.


    Now she looked at him pitifully, her long, feathery eyshes still glistening with water droplets,


    trembling slightly. She was truly charming.


    Elvis’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “Why are you asking this?”


    “Isn’t it true? Mr. Augustine used to be so… lustful, but now you’re not! Hmph, Mr. Augustine really likes


    beautiful women, the more beautiful the better. You’re such a shallow, smelly man!” Oliveined.


    Elvis slowly curved his thin lips. He admitted to all of this. He liked her beauty and all the alluring.


    delicate colors about her.


    At this moment, Olive’s clear and bright pupils seemed a bit tipsy. She looked at Elvis with a dreamy


    gaze. “Mr. Augustine, do you really not want to do something naughty with me? L..”


    Thud! Olive was once again thrown into the cold water.


    When Olive was pulled out of the water, she waspletely exhausted. She was weak all over, and


    Elvis gentlyid her on therge bed. She turned over and snuggled into the soft nket, seeking the


    mostfortable position to sleep.


    Elvis observed her. She had curled her delicate body into a small ball, evidently influenced by his


    actions. She was seeking warmth under the covers.


    Elvis covered her with the nket and then gently kissed her forehead.


    At this moment, Olive murmured something in her sleep, “Mr. Augustine… Mr. Augustine…


    Elvis stiffened. She was calling his name in her sleep.


    She was indeed calling his name in her sleep.


    If it wasn’t because of strong affection, why would she be calling his name?


    But she had fallen in love with Derrick, right?


    Three years ago, she gave birth to Derrick’s child and then left him. Three yearster, at the critical


    moment, all she thought about was Derrick.


    Elvis admitted that he was deeply jealous, almost going crazy with jealousy. Now, she was calling his


    name in her sleep, confusing him once again. She was always like this, casually dropping a pebble


    into his heartke, causing turbulent waves on his side while everything remained calm on hers. What


    was she really thinking?


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    Elvis truly wished he could delve into her heart and get a good look, to discern who she truly loved.


    “Olive, what should I do with you? I can’t bear to hit you, scold you, or discard you. You’re always like


    this, using my affection for you to yfully torment me.”


    In her dream, Olive seemed to hear his voice. His voice made her feel safe. She moved slightly, shifting


    like a little kitten to his side.


    “Mr. Augustine… Levi… Levi is your… son…” Olive mumbled in her sleep.


    What?


    Elvis froze, his deep pupils contracting suddenly, and his ears seemed to explode.


    Levi… Levi is your son!


    The words reverberated in Elvis’s ears. It started with a single voice, then countless voices echoed the


    same words, until the whole world seemed to be telling him that Levi was his son!


    “Olive, what are you saying? What did you just say? Say it again!” Elvis grasped her smooth shoulder


    and shook her vigorously.