Chapter 200: Olive, Let's Divorce

Olive didn't know why he suddenly brought up the topic. But she wasn't a child; it was quite obvious that Marvin liked her.

Olive shook her head and denied, "No, I don't know."

Elvis hastily interrupted. "Then let me inform you now. Marvin likes you. He fell in love with you at first sight in Imperial City two years ago. He came to LA searching for you. He's been here for over a year. So now you know."

Olive turned to look at him and defended, "Why are you telling me this? I don't like him!"

Elvis looked ahead at the road. He remained silent.

They arrived at the Red Villa and entered the bedroom.

Elvis whispered, "Go and take a shower first."

"Mr. Augustine, I—"

"Go have a shower first," Elvis interrupted hastily. "Then, once you're done, you can say whatever you want to say."

His attitude was domineering and tyrannical. Olive grabbed her pajamas and walked into the bathroom. She showered quickly and then walked out.

Elvis stood by the window smoking. He was dressed in a black shirt and trousers. He was handsome and mature. Only his fine jawline and knitted eyebrows were visible, as half his face was obscured by smoke.

Olive moved closer and hugged him from behind. "Mr. Augustine, nothing happened between Marvin and me. I really can explain—"

"Are you tired?" Elvis's cold voice questioned.

"Huh?"

Elvis maintained his position and didn't turn around. "I'm asking you, are you tired of being with me? I can lose my temper at any moment; I'm always sick. You really should be tired of all this, right?"

Olive shook her head. "No, I'm not tired at all."

"Oh, so you aren't tired of the constant fights and arguments? But I'm tired of everything. Olive, let's get a divorce."

The words exploded in Olive's ears. She unwrapped her hands from his waist and stood dumbfounded.

Chapter 200: Olive, Let's Divorce.

Elvis turned around; his narrow, deep eyes fell on her face. "I'm not kidding this time. Let's get a divorce. I'll have the lawyer prepare the divorce papers. As for the properties, you'll have a fair share. You can sign the papers immediately upon delivery, and then we're divorced."

Olive looked at his handsome face in a daze. It took her a few seconds to realize he was serious and truly wanted a divorce.

"Why? Why why should we get a divorce?" Olive stuttered. She couldn't understand why he wanted a divorce and wanted an explanation.

Elvis scoffed. "Why should we get a divorce? Don't you know why? Ever since I married you, I'm always being called to catch you cheating. It's become my daily routine. And all you keep saying is that nothing happened between you and Marvin! He even took off your mask today, and you still claim nothing happened! And you expect me to believe that?"

"Enough!" Olive's hands clenched into fists, and her watery eyes glared at him. "You don't have to slander me!"

Elvis looked at her reddened eyes. He knew he became extremely jealous whenever he saw her with another man, hence his need to push her away for his own sanity.

"There are many ways to please a man. How do I know if you've ever pleased Marvin? Your mask was taken off, and you didn't even know. Who knows what you two could have done when you—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Olive raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. The cigarette between his fingers burned close to his fingertips, but he felt no pain.

Olive raised her hand and touched his face. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you."

Elvis looked at her face; her eyes were watery, but she blinked repeatedly, preventing tears from falling.

Olive stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his waist. She pressed her face to his chest and muttered, "Mr. Augustine, I'm so cold. Please hug me, okay?"

The cigarette fell from his fingertips, and his hands hung by his sides. He could already feel her cold body temperature. Elvis raised his hands, but they froze mid-air.

"Mr. Augustine, I'm really not feeling too well. Why should we be talking about divorce now? Please just hold me; I'm feeling a little dizzy." Olive hugged him tightly. But she still didn't get a response from Elvis.

Olive raised her eyes and looked at him. Before she could say another word, he pushed her away.

Olive lost her balance and fell onto the soft carpet. Once on the ground, she moaned and looked at Elvis.

Elvis stared back at her; his long, narrow eyes were bloodshot. He twitched his lips, and his cruel, hoarse voice sounded. "Reserve a little dignity for yourself, and don't pester me any further. The divorce papers will arrive soon; endeavor to sign it."

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