Chapter 115

Pamela had returned. Gwen jerked, startled, and fell to the ground. She had almost been killed by Raven's violent reaction.

"Rave, it's me," Gwen whispered, slowly peeking at Raven.

Raven rose from the bed and stood before Gwen, who lay embarrassed on the ground. He knew Gwen couldn't be North; he was intimately familiar with North's body. He should have noticed her movement when he hugged her, but he was consumed by lust and the fact that he'd given her the room key. He hadn't expected anyone other than North.

The thought that he'd hugged a stranger made Raven want to wash himself repeatedly. He stared at Gwen as if poisoned. Gwen hadn't anticipated such a reaction. Moments before, she'd been confident, but now, seeing Raven's self-loathing at discovering she wasn't North, her self-esteem plummeted.

Terrified, Gwen's initial charm was replaced by pain. She knew she had to speak, or Raven might hurt her.

"Rave, North gave me your room key."

Raven had suspected as much, but Gwen's confirmation caused his lips to tighten and his chest to pound. He kicked a chair.

"How dare she!"

Gwen shivered in terror.

"Rave, it's true. North also said you liked 'slutty women' and that I should try to please you tonight."

After years of maintaining self-control—a necessity in his harsh upbringing—Raven felt his pride crumble. His self-control, however, vanished in North's presence.

Raven stormed to the counter, flinging red wine and smashing everything in the room. The commotion attracted attention. Harry burst in, kicking open the door.

"Brother, what the hell happened? What are you doing? Gwen, what are you doing here?"

Seeing Raven's brutal side for the first time, Gwen saw Harry as her savior.

"Bro, save me!" she cried.

Harry, without questioning Gwen's presence, said, "Rave, I'm so sorry she bothered you. This won't happen again."

The room was a mess. Raven's handsome features glowed in the dim light as he narrowed his eyes.

"Get out!"

"Gwen, let's go!" Harry quickly grabbed Gwen and left.

Raven entered the bathroom, turned on the shower, and placed his phone to his ear.

"Where's North?"

His private secretary replied respectfully, "Young master, North just left Kissland bar." Raven paused, then said casually, "Suspend North's schedule. Let me know once you've informed her."

Olive reminisced about Elvis's request for her to call him her husband, her face flushed with embarrassment. Elvis approached.

Why is he here? she wondered.

Olive turned and quickened her pace, but Elvis caught up, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"What are you running from?" he whispered.

Olive snorted. "I have no business with you. Didn't Pamela return with your cigarettes?"

Elvis chuckled. "That was your idea, wasn't it? I sent her for cigarettes so she'd be gone for a while."

Olive turned, her face near his body as she sniffed him.

Elvis opened the door to a room and carried her inside.

"What are you sniffing?" he asked.

"Making sure there's no female scent. Pamela was practically all over you," Olive pouted.

Elvis was pleased. "I have a tigress at home. I wouldn't dare."

"I'll trust you—for now. Mr. Augustine, I'll go. Pamela will be back soon," Olive said, pushing him away.

But Elvis held her. "I won't let you go, Mrs. Augustine. Call me your husband."

"No!" Olive muttered, smiling.

Elvis pinched her waist. "It's ticklish Mr. Augustine, let me go!" Olive laughed. "Are you shy? Call me your husband." "No," Olive laughed, struggling to escape.

Pamela's anxious voice called from outside. "Mr. Augustine?"

Pamela had returned!

Olive pushed Elvis away. He kissed her passionately.

"Stop, Elvis! Pamela's outside!" Olive pushed him away. Elvis reluctantly released her and called out to Pamela, "I'm here."

Pamela hurried to the door. "Mr. Augustine, are you here?"

Olive's eyes widened. They were behind an antique screen, hidden from Pamela's view, but Olive was still terrified.

"Mr. Augustine, Pamela's here," Olive whispered.

Elvis looked at her, then said, "I think Pamela has her eye on me. She's coveting my…"

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