Chapter 100

Chapter 100 Mrs. Augustine is so sweet Patrick had never thought of going over to the Red Villa to see his so called son–in–law.

The Red Villa was located in the deserted part of the city.

Patrick hastily said, “Pamela, I won’t go. I heard he’s ill. In a month or two he might pass away. I won’t go.”

Pamela only wanted Olive’s husband to surface in the midst of her cheating scandal.

She was certain that the whole. issue will be blown out of proportion if Olive’s husband made an appearance.

“Dad, I don’t know how Olive met President Augustine. But a man as president Augustine, won’t marry Olive even if she divorces her husband.”

“Of course he won’t marry her. What chances does Olive has? Pamela, it’s you that the president will marry.” Patrick quickly showed his loyalty.

“Dad, don’t worry, I’m determined to be Elvis’s wife. But I need your help, in two days, I want you to go the Red Villa and visit your son–in–law. I want you to inform him about the relationship between president Augustine and Olive. Although he has no power to do anything, the noise he’ll generate will help us in tarnishing Olive’s reputation before Elvis.” Pamela explained.

Patrick nodded. His hopes for the rest of his life depended on Pamela.

“It’s fine my child. Dad will listen to you, as long as you can marry into the Augustine family.”

Pamela sneered and muttered inwardly, “Olive, if you weren’t married, I could have been afraid that you would take Elvis away from me. But you’re already married, can you really win this battle?”

The CEO’s office was dark and quiet as the wind surged outside.

Olive entered the lounge. The lounge was large and exquisite.

Elvis took a cold shower and came out of the bathroom. Olive who had already taken her bath, laid on his bed.

When she saw him walk out of the bathroom. She adjusted, creating a space for him.

Elvis lifted the quilt and laid on the bed. The sheet that was wrapped around Olive’s chest was pulled down. He smiled and said, “Why are you so shy? You want to give me the illusion that you’re not wearing any clothes under the quilt. Olive stared at him, as though she wanted slapping him across his face.

Once the quilt was pulled down, Elvis realized that she wearing his black shirt. Her mask had been taken off, and her hair was wrapped in a ponytail.

Elvis lowered his head and asked, “Can I kiss you?”

Olive sensed lús repented spirit. Previously, he would have kissed her without her permission.

Olive grabbed the quilt and covered her lips, she shook her head and said, “No.”

“Nevermind.” Elvis muttered. He straightened up and laid properly.

Olive suddenly pulled the blanket down, raised her head and kissed him.

Elvis was stunned. Olive had quickly fell back to the blanket, her soft giggles were heard.

Elvis couldn’t help but stretch out his arm and fish her out from the quilt, he pulled her closer to chest and hugged her tenderly.

Olive’s hand was filled with a pill. She pointed it to his lips and ordered.

“Ah, open your mouth.”

“What is this?” Elvis frowned.

“Ecstacy, as long as you take this ecstasy, your soul will be hooked with mine. No other woman will try to seduce you.”

Elvis opened his mouth and swallowed the pill.

“For my obedience, is there any reward?”

“What reward do you need?”

“I want something sweet.”

Elvis hugged her tighter, then kissed her domineeringly.

He didn’t close his eyes, he just stared at her beautiful face. Some nights ago, he was afraid that she would resist and reject his intimacy, but now her body was in his arms again.

Elvis hugged her tighter and kissed every corner of her lips. His kiss was overflowing with love and affection for her.

Once he was satisfied. Olive laid on his chest, her hands playing with his pyjamas.

“Olive, you’re so sweet.”

Olive rolled off his chest, she sat on the bed with her legs apart.

“Mr. Augustine, come here. Come into my arms.” She beckoned with opened arms.

Elvis glanced at her little legs and obediently placed his head on her thighs.

Olive took out a silver needle from under the pillow, she stabbed it into his neck. She needed to find the cause of his insomnia.

In the quiet and warm lounge, Olive’s relaxed voice chatted, “You’ve been here in LA for about seven years, don’t you miss your father?”

Elvis had previously taken the initiative to mention his brother and stepmother. But Olive was curious to know if he got along well with his father, and also know more about his late mother. But Olive wasn’t sure if he would tell her.

With his eyes closed Elvis muttered, “If my brother wanted something which I had, my father would ruthlessly take it away and give it to my brother.”

“I remember back then, my mother’s best friend had visited my mother. The lady had just given birth to a daughter. My mum and the lady had exchanged tokens, and they said that, once I was grown, they wanted the girl to be my bride.” He paused and licked his lips.

My father later found out, he had immediately taken the engagement token from my mother, and had given it to my stepmother. The girl automatically became my brother’s fiance.