Chapter 124

Chapter 124 Divorce Olive and marry me!

Olive shuddered and quickly said, “I didn’t see nothing!”

Elvis raised his long and narrow eyes, showing a mature man’s charm. He glanced at the box.

“What’s in the box? Are there for you or for me?”

It took Olive a few seconds to understand what he meant. The contents in this box were either sex toys for her, or condoms for him.

Olive quickly hid the box under the bed.

“This is my birthday present. Mr. Augustine, you must respect my privacy. You are not allowed to peek. I’ll go get a shower.” Olive slipped into the bathroom.

Seeing her flee, Elvis pursed his lips. She had only turned twenty today, but he was already twenty seven, the age of a mature man.

Although he had never had a woman before, he knew everything he should know. Just now, the way she was hiding and dodging must have been as a result of something that she wasn’t proud of.

Elvis took out his phone from his pocket and turned it on again. There were more than ten missed calls on it, all of which were from the desperate Pamela.

Elvis’s phone vibrated, and Pamela’s call came in again. This time, Elvis pressed the answer button. Pamela did not expect that she would get through to him. She quickly said, “Mr. Augustine, why did you get rid of me? Why didn’t you answer my numerous calls?

I’m very sad right now.”

Elvis interrupted her hastily, “Pamela, I give you three seconds, mention what you want.”

Pamela paused for a moment, and her haggard voice was filled with tears, “Mr. Augustine, I really like you. I have liked you for so many years. Why do you want Olive and not me? Why did you marry her?”

“Two seconds is over, you still have about a second left. You can still say a word.”

Hearing Elvis’s cold and ruthless voice, Pamela clenched her phone tightly. She took a deep breath and wiped the tears off her face with her left hand.

“Mr. Augustine, I saved you before, do you still remember? You had promised to fulfill three of my request. I have already thought about the third thing that I want. I want you to divorce Olive and marry me.”

Pamela was filled with hate and rage. She hated Olive for marrying her Elvis, and she hated herself also for having missed the opportunity of marrying Elvis. Her goal had always been to marry him. To salvage the situation, she wanted Elvis to divorce his bride, Olive, and marry her!

Elvis’s expression did not change. Even his low–pitched magnetic voice was flat and a bit dull. “Divorcing Olive and marrying you are two things. Pamela, which one do you want me to fulfill? And, no matter which one that you chose, I won’t divorce Olive.”

“…I” Pamela found herself stuttering.

Pamela’s pupils shrank. She had always felt that she had an ace in her hands. Elvis was a man who kept to his word. As long as she spoke, he would definitely fulfill it.

However, he actually refused her request.

Pamela took in a deep breathe, she knew that she had this one opportunity to make her dream come through.

“Mr. Augustine, you had told me that whatever I want, that you’ll help me achieve it. Are you going to turn back on your words now?”

Elvis let out a scoff and said nothing.

“Mr. Augustine, have you forgotten who rescued you from the snow six or seven years ago? And who hugged you in the cave to keep you warm all night. If it weren’t for me, you would not be alive today!

In Elvis’s mind, the happenings of that night suddenly replayed. The girl who saved him had given. him an artificial respiration. She had covered her lips on his cold thin lips, breathing air into him.

She was still lying softly in his arms, when they both took off their coats, and they had hugged each other tightly.

Her words kept echoing in his ears.

“Please don’t die. Try to stay strong for me. I will definitely save you!”

Elvis narrowed his handsome eyes and his voice became softer.

“I haven’t forgotten. If I had forgotten, you wouldn’t be having this call with me.”

In all these years, he had never had a woman by his side, because he would not give any woman a chance to get close to him.

When Pamela was chasing behind him and perpetually calling his phone, he was already pissed and annoyed at her desperation.

The only reason why she could still speak to him on the phone was because she was the girl who saved him.

“Mr. Augustine, if you haven’t forgotten, then you should admit that you like me too.

Because after all these years, you’re still always thinking about me. I know I have a place in your heart and you like me as well!”

Elvis took in his lips. He diverted his gaze to the direction of the bathroom.

“I don’t like women who stalk me. Pamela, keep a little dignity for yourself. I really wouldn’t want to humiliate you the next time I see you. And for your information, you really do not resemble the picture of that girl in my mind.”

Pamela’s pupils instantly contracted and enlarged, and her heartbeat almost stopped.

Did he notice something?

Of course, she wasn’t the girl he remembered. The girl from back then had actually been by his side all along. She was Olive!

Pamela’s lips were trembling uncontrollably. She did not dare to speak anymore, as her flaws were about to be revealed by herself.

At this moment, Elvis said again, “Pamela Hart, if you’re smart enough, you should use this life–saving relationship to make a request that I’ll agree to. One that’ll be more beneficial to you. And also, I hope this is the last time we speak on the phone. My Mrs. Augustine is a very jealous type.

She doesn’t like seeing me with other women. I’m married now, and I don’t have any plans to divorce or cheat on my wife.” Once he was done talking, Elvis immediately hung up.

Elvis threw his phone on the bed, raised his finger and ripped open the two buttons of his shirt. With a click, the bathroom door opened and Olive came out of the shower.

Olive was wearing a champagne–colored nightdress with suspenders. Wiping her wet hair with a towel in her hand, Olive looked at him and said “Mr. Augustine, I’m done. Go wash yourself now.”

Elvis’s eyes fell on her beautiful face. He looked up and down and was a little wanton.

“I’ll go wash up. I’ll done in a jiffy. Mrs. Augustine, wait for me.”

What did he mean by that?

Olive angrily threw the towel at handsome face. Elvis smiled sweetly and entered the bathroom.

Olive sat in front of the dressing mirror as she dried her hair with the drying equipment.

A male voice sounded from the bathroom, “Mrs. Augustine, get me a pack of cigarettes.”

“Why does he even need a cigarette while showering?” Olive thought.

Olive picked up a pack of cigarettes on the bed table, pushed open the door and walked into the bathroom. The frosted glass door prevented her from having a proper look at him, but she could vaguely see his tall and straight body.

He was hunching over as he washed his hair. The fine water splashed onto his strong muscles and quickly bounced off.