Chapter 100: Mrs. Augustine Is So Sweet

Patrick had never considered visiting his so-called son-in-law at the Red Villa. Located in a deserted part of the city, the villa held little appeal.

Patrick hastily declared, "Pamela, I won't go. I heard he's ill. He might pass away in a month or two. I won't go."

Pamela, however, needed Olive's husband to appear amidst her cheating scandal. She believed the issue would be blown out of proportion if he remained hidden.

"Dad, I don't know how Olive met President Augustine. But a man like President Augustine wouldn't marry Olive, even if she divorced her husband."

"Of course he wouldn't. What chance does she have? Pamela, it's you the president will marry," Patrick quickly asserted his loyalty.

"Dad, don't worry, I'm determined to be Elvis's wife. But I need your help. In two days, I want you to visit your son-in-law at the Red Villa. Tell him about the relationship between President Augustine and Olive. Even if he can't do much, the noise he'll create will help tarnish Olive's reputation before Elvis," Pamela explained.

Patrick nodded. His future depended on Pamela.

"Very well, my child. I'll do as you say, as long as you marry into the Augustine family."

Pamela sneered, muttering inwardly, "Olive, if you weren't married, I might fear you taking Elvis. But you are married. Can you really win this battle?"

The CEO's office was dark and quiet, the wind howling outside. Olive entered the spacious, exquisite lounge. Elvis emerged from the bathroom after a cold shower. Olive, already bathed, lay on his bed. She adjusted when she saw him, making room. Elvis lifted the quilt and lay down beside her. The sheet covering Olive's chest slipped down. He smiled and said, "Why are you so shy? You want to give me the illusion you're naked under the quilt?" Olive stared at him, as if wanting to slap him.

Once the quilt was fully down, Elvis saw she was wearing his black shirt, her hair in a ponytail, her mask removed. He lowered his head and asked, "Can I kiss you?"

Olive sensed his repentant spirit. Previously, he would have kissed her without permission. She grabbed the quilt, shook her head, and said, "No."

"Nevermind," Elvis muttered, settling down.

Olive suddenly pulled down the blanket, raised her head, and kissed him. Elvis was stunned. Olive quickly retreated under the blanket, giggling softly. Elvis pulled her out, hugging her tenderly.

Olive's hand held a pill. She pointed it at his lips and said, "Ah, open your mouth."

"What is this?" Elvis frowned.

"Ecstasy. Once you take it, your soul will be bound to mine. No other woman will seduce you."

Elvis opened his mouth and swallowed the pill.

"For my obedience, is there a reward?"

"What reward do you need?"

"Something sweet."

Elvis hugged her tighter, kissing her domineeringly. He didn't close his eyes, staring at her face. A few nights ago, he'd feared her resistance, but now she was in his arms. He kissed every corner of her lips, his affection overflowing.

Once satisfied, Olive lay on his chest, playing with his pajamas.

"Olive, you're so sweet."

Olive rolled off, sitting on the bed with legs apart. "Mr. Augustine, come here. Into my arms," she beckoned.

Elvis glanced at her legs and obediently rested his head on her thighs. Olive retrieved a silver needle from under the pillow and stabbed it into his neck, seeking the cause of his insomnia.

In the quiet, warm lounge, Olive's relaxed voice filled the air. "You've been in LA for seven years. Don't you miss your father?"

Elvis had previously mentioned his brother and stepmother. Olive, however, was curious about his relationship with his father and his late mother, unsure if he'd confide in her.

With his eyes closed, Elvis muttered, "If my brother wanted something I had, my father would ruthlessly take it and give it to him."

He paused, licking his lips. "I remember my mother's best friend visiting, having just given birth to a daughter. They exchanged tokens, intending for the girl to be my bride when I came of age. My father, upon learning this, took the token from my mother and gave it to my stepmother. The girl became my brother's fiancée."