Chapter 91: He’s Sick Again

Olive felt ashamed, as if she should disappear. Elvis bent his head and kissed her again.

“No!” Olive quickly covered her lips, preventing him.

Elvis stopped. His eyes, lazy with yearning, rested on her. “You know, you’re unreasonable, ruthless. Now you’re sane and pushing me away.”

“I was drunk; you shouldn’t take advantage of vulnerable people,” Olive muttered defensively.

Elvis scoffed. If he had taken advantage of her, she would be in his bed, beneath him. “I’ll give this back to you.”

Olive saw a coin in his hand. Shame washed over her. Elvis slid the coin into her palm. “This is too little; save the money.” He walked away. Olive covered her face. She didn't know how she could have done such a shameful thing.

The coin felt hot. She didn't know where she found the courage, but she threw it at him. It landed on his stiff back, then the ground. Elvis turned, fastening his black belt.

“Huh? Don’t come close!” Olive’s eyes widened in fright as she hid in the bathroom corner.

Seeing her fear, Elvis chuckled hoarsely. He glanced at her slender waist outlined by wet clothes, then quickly turned and left. He couldn’t tease her; he ached for her body.

Olive saw his shirt and trousers were wet, the wet shirt revealing his massive chest. She glanced at his waist, sexily hugged by his trousers. Quickly splashing water on her face, she shook off the unhealthy thoughts forming in her mind. She showered, waiting until the heat subsided before going to the room.

Elvis had already showered and was in black silk pajamas, his short hair damp. Sitting on the sofa, legs elegantly crossed, he focused on documents. It was the first time Olive had seen him work. He looked up.

“Are you hungry? Come eat.”

A bowl of potato porridge, snacks, and side dishes sat on the table—clearly freshly prepared. Having only had drinks at the bar after studying, Olive was hungry. He had already considered her well-being.

Olive sat beside him. “Mr. Augustine, don’t you want to eat?”

“I’ve already eaten.”

“Oh,” Olive murmured, knowing better than to disturb him. She sat at the table and began eating. She noticed an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. Elvis felt unwell; he hadn’t slept well since she’d been away. The dangerous demon within him was awakening. He reached for another cigarette, but a hand snatched it away. His mouth was stuffed with something.