Chapter 97
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 97 I Want To Be With You Elvis never thought that she would come to look for him at the corporation. For the part three days, he had tried his best not to disturb her.
And during those three days, she also didnât bother to call nor text him.
But, now, she had actually come to the corporation to search for him. He didnât understand how she still dared to come close to him.
Shouldnât she be afraid of him?
Olive raised her right foot and kicked him hard.
âWhat consequence?â
The receptionist and all the senior staffs all gasped. They didnât understand what the girl was trying to do, but they were certain that she wanted to die. For no one dared to lift a finger against their CEO.
Elvisâs well ironed black trousers was now stained with a dust from her sandals.
He reached out and grabbed her wrist.
âEnough.â
âNo, I want to kick you.â Olive kicked him severally.
Elvis pulled Olive into his arms with force. Oliveâs body bumped into his strong chest.
âLet me go, donât you want a breakup anymore? Huh? Donât you want a breakup?â
Elvisâs hands moved to her waist.
âI donât want to be selfish. All of your attitudes turns me on. You know clearly well that Iâm having a difficult time controlling myself.â
Olive scoffed at him angrily. Her two hands pressed against his chest.
âI just wanted to be with you, I really donât know what the future holds for us, but I just want to enjoy each moment with you. I donât understand why you want a breakup, but if you still insist, Iâll have no other choice than to grant your wishâ¦â
Elvis lowered his head and sealed her lips with his. He kissed her fiercely as though he had been starved of it.
Oliveâs body softened, her two hands tightly held on to his coat, preventing herself from slipping off.
Everyone was dumbfounded. They all wondered what the relationship between their CEO and the girl was.
Elvis let go of her quickly.
Olive, Iâm sorry, itâs all my fault. Are you satisfied with hitting me? Do you wanna hit me again? Then hit me.â
Elvis dragged her small hand and slapped his face. When Olive saw the seriousness in his face, she pulled her hand away and was reluctant to hit him.
Elvisâs gently lifted her up and hugged her tightly. Olive wrapped her hands around his neck.
Olive knew that he was physically strong and could carry her as he wished, but she still felt scared, so she hugged him tighter.
âWhat are you doing? So many people are watching.â She whispered into his ear.
Elvis raised his eyes and looked at her.
âDonât worry about them, theyâre all blind and canât see nothing.â
Elvis carried Olive into the elevator. As the elevator was ascending, Olive reached out and pushed him.
âMr. Augustine, you can put me down.â
Elvis dropped her by a corner of the elevator. He pressed her against the wall.
âShow me your wounds. I couldnât control myself that night, did I hurt you that much?â
âNo, theyâre all minor injuries. Thank God.â
Really? Let me see.â Elvis reached out to her clothes.
He stared properly at her outfit, a smile appeared on his face, as he asked.
âWhat are you wearing? How did you know I liked this?â
Olive smiled. She felt that Elvis was a lustful man who was a little bad.
Elvis stretched out his hands and pulled off one of her shoulder straps, leaving the other side hanging on her shiny shoulders. He lifted up her chiffon shirt.
Olive immediately held onto his hands.
âI said that itâs a minor injury. Itâs already healed.â
Elvis pressed her nose with his.
âDonât be afraid. Iâll do nothing, I just want to take a look.â
âNo, this is an elevator. Itâs under surveillance.â Olive protested.
âThereâs no surveillance in my elevator.â Elvis took off her chiffon shirt.