Chapter 101

Chapter 101 My little bride.

When she heard his story, Olive’s eyelashes shivered. She withdrew her small hand and stopped giving him the acupuncture.

Elvis opened his eyes and stared at her beautiful face.

“What’s wrong?”

Olive pouted her lips and muttered, “Oh, it’s nothing. I just thought that the little bribe that was meant to belong to Mr.

Augustine was snatched away by his younger brother. Mr. Augustine must be very sad about it.”

Elvis quickly raised his hand and squeezed her delicate face.

“Little jealous thing. You are jealous of a baby who was still in a swaddle.

Olive looked at him and let out a chuckle.

“That was years ago. That baby must be an adult by now. And that little girl that your mother liked so much might look so beautiful and enchanting by now.”

“After that day, my mother’s old friend disappeared with her daughter. I really didn’t witness her growth.” Elvis added.

“It means just one thing, that Mr. Augustine hasn’t searched for them in the last few years.”

A frown appeared on Elvis’s face. With his silence, Olive could clearly grasp his response.

Olive raised her right foot and kicked him hard. Elvis didn’t see that coming, he fell off the bed and rolled into the fluffy wool carpet.

Elvis’s handsome face was a little gloomy, his thin lips purser into an unhappy arc, and his aura was cold and powerful.

Olive furrowed her brows and looked at him. Her clear, black eyes exuded a beautiful light.

“Mr. Augustine, let me inform you, I won’t be intimated. I’m not done dealing with Pamela and now a little bride has surfaced.”

“Little brat, your ass is itchy, isn’t it?” Elvis cursed in a low voice, then quickly got up and climbed onto the bed, reaching for her.

Olive was upset, but she was still in her senses. Elvis grabbed her slender ankle and dragged her under him. He turned her over and spanked her ass.

Olive’s face instantly reddened. The spank didn’t cause her pain but it caused her shame. She grabbed his big hand and said, “Elvis, you’re not allowed to be perverted.”

Elvis pressed his handsome face into her long hair and explained in a low voice, “My mother really doesn’t have any friends, and she has a weak temperament. She likes very few people.My mother really liked that girl so much. If I can find that girl, I’ll treat her like my very own sister.”

While still underneath him, Olive could uncomfortably feel his heaviness. She hummed unhappily.

“What kind of sister? Your mother found a sister for you, right? What if she wasn’t good–looking, would you still want her to be your sister?”

Elvis’s thin lips kissed her cheeks with overflowing affections. He didn’t expect her to be so jealous, although he liked it.

“I’m Elvis Augustine to you. But I’m very proud of myself, and not all women will like that. Unless that girl has a beautiful face like you, and also has your intelligence, tenacity, and bravery. It’s a pity that you’re the only unique person in this world. Apart from you, there’s no one else who can make my heart fall like this.”

Olive felt that his tongue was sugar coated, so she reached out to push him.

Go away.”

Elvis stared at her and slowly let go of her. Olive crawled back into her blanket and looked at his face.

“So, you and that little bride have only met once. Does she like you?”

Elvis pondered for a moment.

“She grabbed my finger.”

“How did she pull it?” Olive stretched out her small hand and slowly pulled his index finger into her palm.

Elvis’s blinked severally, an image from years back suddenly surfaced in his memory. At that time, he was only seven years old. He stood by the cradle and looked at the little girl.

Not long after the baby was born, she was not wrinkled like other children. She had already polished and glowed.

At that time, she was lying on the goose–yellow blanket, staring at him with her big black eyes. Her little hands danced in the air, grabbing his slender index finger and grinning at him.

His mother had teased him, “Look. Elvis’s little bride likes Elvis very much.”

Elvis looked at Olive’s watery eyes, and her appearance suddenly overlapped with that of the little girl back then.

Elvis lowered his head and kissed her red lips. But Olive avoided it. She quickly released his index finger and wrapped the silk around her body. She even scolded him.

“Mr. Augustine, you look so terrifying.”

Elvis swallowed hard, rolling his Adam apple. He reached out and hugged Olive in his arms.

“Sleep, will you?” He muttered.

Olive raised her face in his sturdy chest and wriggled her body.

“Mr. Augustine, how did your mother die?”

Olive could feel that he loved his mother very much.

Elvis shut his eyes and his handsome face was calm.

“Mum cut open her stomach with a knife and took out the baby in it. She thought the baby was to be due on July, but the baby was already dead. It was a girl. Mum was devastated, she jumped off from a skyscraper, and her body was never found.”

Olive froze. She was traumatized by the story and couldn’t regain her self for some moment.

She pondered on the amount of courage a woman would have to be forced to open her stomach with a knife.

Elvis rolled over and pulled her warm body into his embrace. He muttered, “Olive, I will never let go of your hand in the future. I’ll never let you go.”