Chapter 741 Go to the Hotel

Mrs. Annabelle?

Hearing this name, Marvin’s handsome eyelids moved slightly. When he was very young, he had seen a portrait of Annabelle in his father’s study.

His mother, Lily, and Annabelle, looked very similar, but at that time, he could see the difference between the two people at a glance.

Back then, he was shocked. He raised his small hand and wanted to caress the face of the person in the painting.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him. It was as if there was a force calling out to him, and he wanted to get closer to the person in the painting.

But before his little hand could touch it, the study door was pushed open and his father appeared.

He still remembered his father’s frosty expression. His father had ordered him with a deep voice, “Get out! Remember, you can’t touch the person in this painting!”

At that time, his aunt had just returned. He stood outside and listened to his aunt and his father arguing in the study.

Hence, Marvin knew from a very young age that his father had only loved one woman in his life, and that woman’s name was Annabelle.

Because he was the son of his mother, his mother could not spoil him, and his father did not also like him, and he did not even have the qualifications to touch the painting of Annabelle.

His mother often told him that he was also a descendants of the Augustine family, but why did he have nothing?

In fact, it wasn’t that he didn’t have anything, but that he didn’t want anything. He had longed for his fatherly love since he was a child.

He was a doctor, but he had been healing himself over the years.

To him, Elvis was much luckier, because Elvis met Olive, Olive reached out and gave him redemption and love.

He knew that he came late for Olive. All the surprises and heartbeats of his youth had become his deepest regrets. Maybe one day he would marry a wife, have children, become a husband, and become a father. But no woman could replace her.

He hadn’t forgotten her for the past four years. In the underground medical research base, he constantly thought about her.

He had said that loving her was the best thing he had ever done in his life.

The kindness she gave him made him feel that the world was actually treating him gently. He was willing to slowly try to be tolerant, relieved, and let go.

She had told him that she looked forward to meeting a better him in the future.

“No, I’m not familiar with her, so there’s no need to meet her.” Marvin calmly replied Phil.

On the road, Elvis hugged Olive who had escaped from behind.

His warm breath gushed onto her delicate skin, making it itchy. Olive smiled and said, “Mr. Augustine, you are too old. Leave me alone.”

Chapter 741 Go to the Hotel Elvis grabbed her soft waist. “Calculate carefully. Where have you been spending your time recently? If I don’t do something, you’re going to forget about me.”

Olive turned her head and her bright eyes fell on his handsome facial features. “Mr. Augustine, isn’t Naomi always with you? You shouldn’t be bored, right?”

“Are you jealous?” Elvis raised his eyebrows and his mood improved.

“I’m not.” Olive turned around and was about to flee.

However, Elvis held onto her smooth shoulders and pushed her against the wall “Olive, I have a lot of food to give you tonight. This should be a good proof of my innocence.”

Olive quickly understood what he meant. “Mr. Augustine, have some shame.”

To Olive, Elvis was being shameless. Elvis didn’t utter another word, as he lowered his head and kissed her red lips.

The two of them were still on the street, but in the early hours of the morning, there was no one there.

He trapped her in his arms and kissed her emotionally.

Olive raised her neck and passively endured it. Her soft white fingertips landed on his body and she wanted to push him away, but his muscles were hot and hard, and his body temperature seemed to be burning. It was as if he hadn’t touched a woman for a long time.

Olive curled her fingers and wanted to retract her little hand, but Elvis grabbed her hand and dragged it down slowly.

Olive refused, but Elvis rubbed her nose and called her in a hoa rse voice, “Olive…”

Olive quickly closed her eyes. Her face was burning red. How could she not think that Elvis was a terrible man?

Her fingers loosened and she stopped struggling-

Elvis’s bulging throat rolled up aid down. Tonight, he didn’t want to bring her home, nor did he want to go to her house, because he couldn’t wait further.

He looked up and saw a hotel in front of him. He pulled Olive’s linle hand and pulled her over.

“Mr. Augustine, where are we going?”

“We’re going to lodge in the hotel”

Olive shivered.

What Elvis had decided could not be changed.

Elvis held her with one hand and raised his other hand. His sharply articulated fingers tapped on the table several times with a sharp and powerful rhythm.

The lady at the front desk quickly raised her head. When she saw Elvis, her eyes lit up. “Sir, do you want a room?”

In a small hotel like this, the front desk lady would never have gotten the chance to meet a man of Elvis’s quality.

Elvis’s handsome face was expressionless. He said lightly, “Yes, I need a room.”

“Okay,” the front desk lady replied, as she quickly looked at Olive.