Chapter 210 Divorce Agreement
Olive looked at him, her clear eyes conveying a hint of hurt. Mr. Augustine had never been like this before. Now, he dismissed her with impatience. Her eyes reddened as she slowly gathered her pajamas.
“Then I’ll go take a shower,” she said, entering the bathroom.
Elvis stood by the window, smoking. Soon, a pile of cigarette butts filled the ashtray. The bathroom door opened, releasing a wave of steam. He took a long drag from his cigarette and exhaled.
“Go to bed. I’ll go to the study,” he said, turning to leave. He paused, his gaze falling on Olive.
She had removed her mask, revealing her delicate face. Wearing a silk, suspender-style nightgown, she resembled a rose adorned with crystal dewdrops. Elvis froze. Olive had always been conservative. This was the first time he’d seen her dressed like this—a style he recalled being particularly fond of.
Seeing his gaze, she tiptoed and kissed his lips. His eyes darkened. He asked hoarsely, “Why are you dressed like this?”
She kissed him again, softly, on his face. “Let’s go to bed together.”
His fingers relaxed, the cigarette falling to the floor. Olive reached out, taking his tie. She pulled him toward the bed, playfully aggressive. Their knees bumped the bed’s edge as they fell onto the soft mattress. She loosened his tie, her small hands around his neck as she kissed him passionately.
Elvis’s gaze was passive. He hadn’t expected her to coax him after his harsh treatment. He didn't understand how he'd pushed her so far, yet he knew his self-control was crumbling. His eyes held a nostalgic glimmer; this was their wedding room, filled with happy memories. He clenched and released the sheets, closing his eyes and burying his hands in her hair, deepening the kiss. His body craved her; he longed to hold her close. Olive hugged him, turning and sitting boldly on his waist.
Chapter 210 Divorce Agreement
“Mr. Augustine, I wasn’t trying to cause trouble earlier. I was just angry. You’re not allowed to let Pamela get close to you again,” she said, her hands sliding down to his belt.
He raised a hand, covering his eyes, then reached out and firmly held her hands. Olive froze. It felt like things were shifting, and she was once again being suppressed. He held her hands, staring for a moment, then did nothing.
Confused, she asked, “Mr. Augustine, what’s wrong? Let’s… let’s be intimate tonight. I’m ready. Don’t you want me?”
I want you desperately. Every inch of you, he thought. She was his wife. Even with the divorce looming, he should have claimed her completely. He shouldn't refuse her. Yet, Elvis chose not to touch her.
After the divorce, she would remarry. She would find a better man. He didn't want that man to disdain her because of him. She deserved to remain perfect. He cherished her. He didn't want to leave his mark on her.
He lowered his head, burying his face in her hair. “You’re afraid I won’t give you your share of the money without this, right?” he muttered coldly.
The smile vanished from her face; she paled, stiffening. His cold voice, close to her ear: “Don’t worry. Although you haven’t earned me a penny, I’ve always been generous to women. I’ll divide the property and money evenly. Marriage is a transaction. You sleep with me, I pay you. We’ve done everything but the last step. I won’t offer affection for free.”
He pulled away, getting out of bed. He placed a document on the table. “Divorce Agreement” was boldly printed on it. “Go through it and sign it when you’re done,” he said emotionlessly. “Before we finalize this, I hope you’ll keep it a secret from my grandmother. She genuinely likes you. Don’t try to use her to manipulate me, Olive. If I find out you’ve involved her, I won’t be kind.”
He left the room. Olive froze, the night’s passion extinguished. She sat up, retrieving the document. Reading the title, she accepted the reality: Elvis was serious. He truly wanted a divorce. Her eyes burned as she stared at the document, her tears falling as it slipped from her numb fingers.