Chapter 187: Elvis's Past

Before the Los Angeles media and the entire city, Olive declared her desire to bear Mr. Augustine two children.

Bounty's displeasure was immediate. Marvin's smile vanished, his mouth tightening. He looked at Olive.

All the reporters turned, spotting Elvis in a sharp black suit. He hadn't left after dropping Olive off; he'd watched her step into the spotlight, her radiant princess-like presence his sole focus.

Upon hearing her wish to give him two babies, the cold aura surrounding Elvis dissipated instantly. Even the reporters contemplating escape noted the dramatic shift in his demeanor. The man who moments before seemed a dormant wild beast was now docile. Olive, with just a few words, had altered his mood entirely. The reporters, it seemed, had learned another skill from Olive: human taming.

Olive's bright eyes met Elvis's. Embarrassed by his gaze, she fluttered her eyelashes, murmuring, "What are you looking at? I just want to give you two babies!"

Elvis saw only Olive. Countless women adored him, but she was the only one who so ardently desired to bear his children. Olive had included him in her future plans; medicine was her passion, and he, her dearest.

The reporters buzzed excitedly, their interest in pairing Olive and Marvin purely based on their perceived cuteness.

"Mr. Augustine," a reporter shouted, "your wife, Olive, said she wants to give you two children. When do you plan to begin your family?"

The press conference concluded. In the hallway, a large hand clasped Olive's slender waist. Elvis pressed her against the wall.

Smiling, Olive pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him slightly. "Mr. Augustine, what are you doing? If the reporters photograph us, the headline will be 'President Augustine and Olive Couldn't Wait to Make Babies!'"

Elvis held her waist, pulling her closer. He murmured, "Mrs. Augustine, stop making trouble. How can a virgin have a baby? If you're serious, tonight…"

Olive quickly covered his mouth, silencing him. His heart softened. She used sweet words to coax him, but all he desired was to possess her. He kissed her palm, then her fingertips.

Olive blushed. Elvis's kisses felt more intense than the previous night. She quickly withdrew her hand, humming, "Mr. Augustine, I'm not joking. I want to give you two babies. Just wait and see!"

Elvis kissed her forehead. "It seems I'll have to work harder. I'll give you my heart and make more money to raise our children."

Olive closed her eyes, captivated by his low, magnetic voice. "Mr. Augustine, you're so sweet."

A cough broke the moment. Dean Sebastian, Bounty, and Marvin arrived, having witnessed their intimate exchange. Marvin remained impassive, Bounty's face showed disapproval, and Dean Sebastian seemed amused.

Elvis touched Olive's head. "You're still tender, my dear. We'll talk later."

"Olive, Marvin, let's not delay. Old Mrs. Robert's condition is urgent. Let's discuss the surgery plan."

Dean Sebastian opened the suite door. Marvin entered. Olive turned to Elvis. "Do you want to go back to the company?"

Elvis lowered his eyes. "Do you want me to go?"

Olive shook her head. "Can your secretary send your documents here? I want you to wait for me."

"Okay," he murmured, his eyes adoring.

Olive waved, satisfied, and entered the room. The door closed, leaving Elvis and Bounty outside. They stood silently.

Two hours later, the surgery plan was finalized. Olive exited the hotel, but Elvis was gone. Bounty approached.

"Olive, I need to tell you something."

"Aunt, what is it?" Olive asked calmly.

"Olive, you're married to Elvis, but you don't know him, his past, who he truly is."

Olive remembered Elvis's warning about his aunt and family revealing his past. Her bright eyes met Bounty's.

"Aunt, you want to tell me about Elvis's past?"

"Yes, Olive. You need to know Elvis is ill. He…" Bounty stopped abruptly as a tall, handsome figure appeared.