Chapter 232: I’ll Never Like You Again!
Elvis’s chest was hard as a wall. No matter how much Olive pushed, he wouldn’t lower his gaze, instead meeting hers with annoyed, clear eyes. Olive squeezed her fist and punched his chest twice. “Let me go! I don’t want to talk to you!”
It was the first time Olive had been so cold to him. Elvis couldn’t help but feel she no longer liked him. He clasped her wrist, pressing it against the wall. “Have you slept with Marvin? I wasn’t comfortable touching you before, but I need to know if you’re with someone else.”
Imprisoned in his embrace, Olive could smell his clean, masculine scent. His question made her legs wobble, nearly causing her to slide down the wall. “Elvis, we’re divorced. You cheated first, you didn’t want me first. Do I need to explain anything? You don’t want me, yet you don’t want anyone else to have me—how ironic?” she glared.
Elvis lowered his head and kissed her hard, like a ferocious beast devouring coveted prey. Olive was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He knew she had a bright future and realized he couldn’t contribute positively to it; he needed to step aside.
Olive was furious. He’d pushed her away brutally days ago, and now, after their divorce, he’d reappeared to provoke her. She’d decided to move to Imperial and start a new life. He shouldn’t have disrupted her peace and stirred her heart.
Suddenly, she bit his lip hard. Blood instantly welled, spreading across his mouth. He frowned but didn’t let go. How could he? A bitter taste filled his mouth, and Olive cried out. Elvis’s body shook; his eyes opened to see her swollen, red lips. He slowly loosened his grip.
Olive wiped her tears, but they flowed freely. “Elvis, you bullied me! You do this because I like you, right? From now on, I don’t like you anymore. I promise never to let you bully me again. I’m leaving Los Angeles today and never returning. I hate you!” She rushed into the elevator, disappearing from view.
Elvis froze, staring at the elevator doors, unable to move. The bitter taste lingered; he felt a trickle of blood on his lip. He wiped it away.
11:55
Elvis leaned against the wall, pale and suffering a splitting headache—the aftereffect of sleeping pills. A hotel staff rushed over. “Sir, are you alright? Should I call an ambulance?” Elvis shook his head. “No need.” He turned and left.
He returned to his presidential suite, splashing cold water on his face. His phone rang; it was Andrew. Elvis answered. “Hello, CEO. Ma’am Olive is finished packing.” Elvis hung up without a word. Olive was truly gone.
Olive’s last words echoed: “From now on, I don’t like you anymore… I’ll never return to Los Angeles… I hate you!” Elvis clasped the washstand, his scarlet eyes drooping; he chuckled in pain. He’d lost her.
He returned to his room, sat on the bed, and emptied a bottle of sleeping pills into his hand, swallowing them one by one. He needed sleep.
At the airport, Olive carried only a small suitcase filled with medical books. North accompanied her. North hugged Olive. “Olive, take care. Canada’s different from Los Angeles. Almost everyone you meet could be powerful; don’t offend anyone. Call when you arrive, and I’ll visit.”
Olive, already familiar with Imperial City, patted North’s hand. “North, I understand. Our separation is temporary. I’ll see you in Imperial.”
Marvin watched from a distance, relieved Olive was leaving. Phil approached. “Second young master, ma’am called; she’ll pick you up at the airport.”
Marvin remained expressionless. Phil continued, “I heard Canada isn’t peaceful.”
“What do you mean?”
“Old Mrs. Robert, Derrick Rodriguez, Mr. Hart, and others are waiting for Olive at the airport.”
Marvin’s eyes widened in surprise. He never imagined a girl from Los Angeles could attract such attention in Imperial City.