Chapter 116 Husband

Olive felt sweetly content. She'd realized Elvis was adept at coaxing. Pamela had already opened the door, spotting the screen and heading towards it.

“Mr. Augustine, why are you here? What are you doing here?”

As Pamela neared the screen, Olive, frightened, quickly pinched Elvis. He felt a playful tickle. Compared to Olive's nervousness, Elvis remained calmly handsome, simply saying, “Stop!”

Pamela halted, not daring to move closer. “I’m here with an urgent document. Is there anything you need?”

Pamela found it difficult to even look at Elvis, let alone be near him. Now, sharing the room, her heart raced.

“Mr. Augustine, did you and Olive break up?” Pamela bravely asked.

Behind the screen, Elvis glanced at Olive, who nodded vigorously. He was silent a moment, then pointed to his cheek, indicating a kiss. Olive, needing his compliance, tiptoed and kissed his face.

“Yes, we broke up,” Elvis replied to Pamela.

Pamela’s excitement was evident. “President Augustine, I’ve always wanted to tell you—you’re not suitable for Olive. She’s always had a boyfriend; my parents neglected to discipline her. She was with you only for your money; she didn't truly like you.” She paused, but he offered no counterargument.

“Mr. Augustine, from the first day I saw you, I fell deeply in love. But I know we inhabit different worlds, and I don’t measure up. I’ve striven to improve myself, and I’ve remained faithful to you. My heart truly belongs to you, my love.” Pamela paused for breath.

“While you and Olive were together, I could only conceal my feelings. Now that you've broken up, I won’t suppress them again. President Augustine, I like you. Please, give me a chance?”

Olive, unexpectedly witnessing Pamela's confession, was almost moved. She looked to Elvis, anticipating his response, but he remained silent and unfocused.

“Mr. Augustine, are you listening?” Pamela asked.

His continued silence made her suspicious.

Olive clenched her fist and jabbed Elvis. “Are you dumb?”

He raised his lips slightly and whispered, “Call me your husband.”

Was he exploiting the situation? Pamela's anxiety outside intensified.

“Mr. Augustine, are you alright? Should I come in?”

Pamela slowly approached the screen. Olive’s heart pounded. Nervously, she whispered, “Hello?”

Elvis remained unmoved, repeating, “Call me your husband.” Terrified, Olive mumbled, “My husband.” A sweet smile graced his lips as he kissed her forehead. Releasing her, he turned and left.

Pamela stopped, her gaze tender as she watched him go. “Mr. Augustine, did you hear what I said?”

He casually replied, hand in his pocket, “I’ll give it some thought.”

Though not an immediate acceptance, Pamela was happy. She smiled cheerfully. “I’ll await your reply. There’s something else: It’s Olive’s and my birthday in a few days; we share the same birthday. My parents are throwing a party for both of us, and I’m inviting you.”

“Alright,” Elvis responded coldly.

Pamela was surprised by his ready agreement. “Mr. Augustine, thank you, I’m very happy.”

He glanced at her. “Just be happy. I’ll give you a surprise on your birthday.”

Surprise? What surprise? Pamela felt joy arriving in her life.

The Harts’ family celebrated the news. Monica jumped from the sofa. “Pamela, President Augustine really broke up with Olive? And he’s attending your birthday party?”

Pamela smiled. “Mom, it’s true.”

“Awesome! You share a birthday. President Augustine will celebrate with you! The media will love this!” Monica squealed.

“Pamela, with a little more effort, you’ll marry Elvis and become the young mistress of the Augustine family!” Monica daydreamed.

Patrick was ecstatic. He pulled Pamela onto the sofa, giving her a thumbs-up. “Pamela, you’re truly my daughter. I’m so proud. I know I can always count on you.”

Pamela enjoyed the praise. “Dad, this birthday party will be a city sensation! President Augustine will be there, so you should invite Olive’s ‘ghost’ husband. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Monica’s eyes lit up. “Pamela, that’s a great idea! Your father and I will invite him today.”

Patrick, though reluctant to visit the Red Villa, was willing for Pamela’s happiness and the prospect of becoming Elvis Augustine’s father-in-law.

Patrick and Monica arrived. The gate remained closed, so they waited. The maid informed Old Lady Samantha.

“Ma’am, the young mistress’s parents are here again. They want to throw a birthday party and invite the young master.”

Old Lady Samantha, roused from her nap, turned to Mr. Henry. He shuddered, looking at her pitifully.

“Please, Ma’am,” he pleaded.

“Go meet them,” she ordered.