Chapter 122: The Diamond Ring from Mr. Augustine

Olive was startled. She looked at Elvis and said, "Tell them not to bow."

Elvis smirked. "Mrs. Augustine, keep your head high. You're the boss's woman!" He scooped her into his arms. Olive, unprepared for this public display, wrapped her arms around his neck, exclaiming softly, "Mr. Augustine, what are you doing?"

She barely weighed sixty pounds. Elvis easily carried her down the red carpet. "If Mrs. Augustine is shy," he said, "she can hide in my arms."

Embarrassed, Olive pressed her face against his chest, letting him carry her to the elevator. They disappeared from view as the doors slid shut.

Pamela watched, a sharp pain piercing her heart. Rage and hatred consumed her. She should have been in Elvis's arms!

She ran forward, but a staff member stopped her. "Please stop, ma'am. Our CEO has taken his wife to the top floor to celebrate her birthday. You can't go in. Please leave immediately, or we'll call security."

Patrick and Monica arrived, pulling Pamela away with apologies. "I'm sorry, let's go now, Pamela, please!"

On the top floor, Elvis said, "Open the door yourself."

Olive pushed open the door, releasing a cascade of golden ribbons and balloons. She gasped. The rooftop was enclosed by glass, revealing a breathtaking view of the night sky. "Wow, how beautiful," she murmured.

Elvis leaned against the door, his hands in his pockets. He placed a wreath of flowers on her head. "My princess, do you like it here?"

Olive nodded happily, tiptoeing to kiss him. "I like it, thank you, Mr. Augustine."

Elvis led her to a cake, lighting the candles. "Princess, what birthday wish do you have? Make a wish."

Olive closed her eyes, wishing to remain loved by Elvis, always by her side. She blew out the candles. "Happy birthday to me!"

Elvis whispered, "Mrs. Augustine, what did you wish for?"

"If I tell you, it won't come true," she replied, sticking out her tongue.

"Mrs. Augustine, you're a year older. Be more realistic. Only if you tell me will it come to pass," he teased.

"I won't tell you!"

Elvis chuckled, handing her a knife. "Princess, let's cut the cake."

Inside the cake, Olive found a dazzling diamond ring. Her lashes fluttered as she asked, "Mr. Augustine, you got this for me?"

"Do you like it?" he asked, eyes intently on her.

"Mr. Augustine, just confess your love to me," she said boldly.

"You're bold, aren't you?" He wiped the ring with a handkerchief, slipping it onto her finger and sealing the moment with a passionate kiss.

Dizzy from the kiss, Olive wiped some cake onto his cheek. "Mr. Augustine, you're too bad!"

Elvis stared at her lips. He pressed his cheek to hers. "Lick it off, or I'll—"

Olive's heart pounded. She quickly licked the cake off his face.

Elvis smiled. Olive playfully kissed his cheek. "Mr. Augustine, is today your birthday or mine?"