Chapter 619 Whistling at him per versely

Olive was taken aback. Aunt Davina was really quick and straightforward, immediately asking Elvis if he’d married.

Elvis’ handsome face was devoid of any emotion. He glanced at Aunt Davina and then pursed his thin lips: “It’s not your business whether I’m married or not.”

Olive looked at Elvis in surprise. This is really dare to ask, dare to hate.

Aunt Davina smiled sheepishly and said, “Mr. Hart, the thing is my daughter, Tiffany, saw your extraordinary appearance and fell in love with you at first sight. If you are not married, then my daughter…”

Aunt Davina didn’t have time to finish her sentence, Elvis’ narrow, quiet eyes looked at the shy Tiffany and callously said: “I’m not interested in you. I already have someone in my heart.”

Tiffany’s embarrassed expression quickly froze. After all, she was a girl. Being bluntly and mercilessly rejected by Elvis, her beautiful face immediately turned pale, and tears of humiliation rolled down her face.

“Olive, go back.” Elvis turned around and walked into the cabin without looking back.

“Okay.” After watching the play, Olive hurried in.

Elvis and Olive refused Aunt Davina’s meat, and soon they both stared at the two bowls of steamed rice in disbelief.

Since childhood, Elvis has been a son of heaven, born with a golden spoon, in a family of five-star chefs, and has a very high standard of living. Looking at the white rice in front of him, he frowned, “Olive, is this what you cook?”

“President Augustine, haven’t you heard that smart women can’t cook? Without vegetables and meat, how can I cook?” Olive said. She didn’t want to endure this man’s temper. What about her as a princess?

This time, Elvis frowned tightly.

Olive picked up her chopsticks and took a delicate sip of rice. Then she said, “Mr. Augustine, Aunt Davina has meat and vegetables. Why did you refuse her just now? Can you go after her now?”

Elvis’s hawk eyes immediately fell on her small face: “You mean… you want me to give myself?”

“That’s right.” Olive nodded, “Anyway, for the past three years, Mr. Augustine, you’ve certainly been good at h ooking up with these women.”

“Olive, don’t you think that’s strange?”

“No.”

“If I said that the past three years between me and those women were all fake, would you believe it?”

What?

Olive’s small hand holding the chopsticks stiffened for a moment. She raised her head in surprise, looking at him puzzled, “What did you just say?

Elvis pursed his thin lips in a slight are, “Olive, you’re good at pretending. If there’s something wrong with your ears, you should see an ear doctor.”

After saying that. Elvis got up and went out.

He went away.

Olive watched his tall and handsome figure disappear from her sight. The words he just said kept ringing in her ears, “If I said, the things between me and the women for the past three years were all fake, would you believe it?

He…?

Olive’s heartbeat suddenly turned chaotic, and the calm lake in her heart seemed to have been thrown by him with a small stone, creating ripples.

No.

She didn’t believe it.

She would never forget the way he locked her in a closet to listen to the moans they made when he slept with other women. All were facts, He must have lied to her.

He must have lied!

Olive didn’t wait for Elvis, and after he went out, he didn’t come back.

Where did he go?

Olive went to find Elvis.

Soon she saw him by the river. He was standing in the water, holding a wooden spear, spearfishing.

The river looked clear to the bottom. Unmarried boys and girls in the tribe were splashing water in the river. The most beautiful boy and the most beautiful girl got the most water splashes.

Elvis was standing in the water. He was dressed in black, tall, and all around him was a clean and indifferent demeanor. The girls in the river glanced at him stealthily and quickly blushed.

It was unknown which girl dared to pour water on him, and then more and more girls poured water on him.

The black clothes hugged his body tightly, revealing his solid chest and perfectly toned waist.

His black belt was tied around his waist. Olive couldn’t look down. She was abstaining.

Elvis’s body is not exaggerated like a fitness trainer’s but looks noble and perfect.

He really came here… to show off!

Olive sat calmly on a large rock, her snow-white feet touching the cool water, making her extremely comfortable.

She glanced sideways at Elvis. He was surrounded by a group of women. She saw his swagger, tsk tsk, straight but strong shoulders. His waist was narrower and his hips were bigger than a woman’s. He was standing tall by the river, making the girls blush and jump.

Olive blinked her mischievous and sly eyes, then whistled per v ersely.

Hearing the whistle, Elvis quickly glanced at her, his deep gaze down on her small snow white feet.

She wore a black ethnic dress, her long hair was arbitrarily tied into the shape of flower buds, and her face was small and white, delicate like porcelain, making people’s hearts flutter.

Now her little feet are playing in the water. Crystal water splashes. She dared to look at him with her sharp eyes, and at the same time whistled at him like everyone else, stubborn and nasty, making him angry and itchy.

Elvis’s throat rose and fell, and last night’s thoughts were rekindled, and there were marks on his pants.

“Ah…”

A sensitive girl jerked back and embarrassed, but then peeked at Elvis. She really wanted to talk.

Olive sat on the rock with nothing to do. She glanced at Elvis’ pants. His pants were wet and stuck to his thighs. In front of so many girls, he was really… pompous.

Look how fascinated those girls were with him.

Elvis didn’t even look the little girls in the face. At this time, with just one hand movement, the wooden spear plunged into the water quickly and powerfully.

He caught a fish.

Soon after, he caught the second one.

Elvis stretched his long legs and walked over to Olive.

As soon as he arrived, he took away the glory of all the boys in the clan, and some of the boys looked at him incredulously.

But when Elvis arrived, they automatically gave way.

Elvis’s aura had been at the top for years, and these young men couldn’t struggle.

Elvis walked forward and came to Olive’s side.

His hair, his face was smeared with water, his wet hangs stuck to his forehead. He looked like the son of a noble family, extraordinarily young and handsome.

His deep narrow eyes stared at her beautiful small face. He laughed, “Why are you whistling?”