Chapter 44: I'm Flirting With You Because I Like You

Olive slid down the wall and sat on the tiled floor, hugging her knees. She had repeatedly told herself that her relationship with Elvis was purely professional. However, her mind was consumed by him.

Time passed, and silence reigned outside. Were Elvis and Rita already together? The sadness in Olive's heart was quickly replaced by anger. Why did he always upset her?

She felt useless and wronged. Elvis had been the one to flirt with her first, and now, having brought another woman home, all she could do was hide in her room? No way! She had to do something.

Olive quickly stood up, opened the door, and stepped out. She knocked lightly on the guest room door.

“Open the door! Elvis, Rita, open the door!” Olive felt a surge of fighting spirit.

The door opened, revealing Rita, who had just showered and was wrapped in a bath towel. Her wet, wavy hair framed her attractive features. Rita, expecting Elvis, was surprised to see the furious Olive. A disdainful expression crossed her face.

“What are you doing here?”

“Where’s Elvis? Is he inside? Taking a shower? Get out of the way! I want to see him now!”

Rita quickly blocked Olive’s path.

“You’re a maid. Do you think you can see Elvis whenever you want?”

Olive glared at Rita, her eyes cold.

“Get out of the way. I’ll count to three.”

“One…” Olive began. Rita, unmoved, nudged Olive.

“You really are a crazy maid. Are you trying to compete with me for a man? Hurry up and get out of here!”

“Three!” Olive had given Rita a chance, but Rita hadn't taken it. Olive grabbed Rita’s hair, pulling her away from the door. Rita pushed back and tried to slap Olive. Olive dodged the blow, grabbed Rita’s hair, and tore down her towel.

Rita was shocked by Olive's unexpected aggression. Her scalp burned, and her towel lay on the floor. She cried out, protecting herself.

The commotion attracted the attention of the servants, who rushed to the scene, their mouths agape. A tall figure appeared in the hallway—Elvis, followed by the butler, Henry.

Mr. Henry watched the women fight. He turned to Elvis.

“Young master, Miss Olive is… quite fierce. You should be careful.” He quickly stepped forward and covered Rita with a blanket.

Rita, mortified, began to cry when she saw Elvis.

“Elvis, this maid hit me!”

Elvis, his hands in his pockets, remained calm. His gaze fell on Olive.

“What’s going on here?” He sounded like he was questioning a younger sibling, but Olive wasn’t about to admit fault. She met his gaze defiantly.

“She hit me first.”

“Then why is she hurt?”

Olive paused. “Who told her she could hit me?”

Rita was beside herself. “What the fuck?”

Elvis frowned. “Come to my study.”

Olive followed him. He stood with his arms folded.

“Were you looking for me?”

Olive nodded. “Yes.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Rita asked me to buy a condom just now. I just wanted to ask what size you wear…”

Elvis smirked, relaxing. He pulled Olive to him, his hand on her waist. He leaned in, whispering, “What size do you think I wear?”

Olive frowned. “Here we go again. Why are you always flirting with me?”

“Why do I always flirt with you?” he echoed, amused.

“Why exactly are you always flirting with me? You hug me, kiss me, sleep with me, take off my mask, and even let me… touch your waist.” Olive paused, taking a breath. “You flirt with me daily, then go to another woman. Elvis, I’m not easy to bully. You must apologize to me, even though your apology will be meaningless, because I’m moving out tomorrow!”

Olive had seriously considered leaving. Leaving the Red Villa would cause problems, but it was preferable to staying and being miserable.

Elvis noticed the unshed tears welling in her eyes. He realized how deeply she was hurt.

“That day, when I was showering at the hotel on the business trip, I didn’t know Rita had answered my call. Andrew can confirm that. When I realized you were jealous, I deliberately brought Rita here to make you more jealous. There’s nothing between us,” Elvis explained calmly.

Olive stared at him, dumbfounded. She didn’t understand. Elvis felt pity, tenderness, and calm.

“Olly, I don’t like Rita, and I don’t want other women. I may be good at flirting, but believe me, it’s only you I flirt with.”