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Olive immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed it. Elvis held her waist, seating her on his thigh. "Look at me," Elvis commanded.

Olive slowly retracted, gazing into his serious face. "Olive, don't arouse me," he said calmly. "My condition isn't good. Even if I don't say it, you should know I can't… I shouldn't want you. So don't play with me like this. You don't have a future with me."

"I know, Mr. Augustine. But I'll save you."

"You can't save me," Elvis countered softly.

Olive shook her head, smiling. "I can save you, but you need to wait a few more days. Please bear with me. I really want to be with you."

This was the most selfish decision Olive had ever made. She knew his health was failing, yet she couldn't save him immediately because she craved his presence.

"Olive…"

Olive quickly interrupted, "Mr. Augustine, why aren't you as enthusiastic as before? You weren't like this. You think I'm not attractive anymore, right?"

Elvis sat up, leaning his stiff back against the headboard and pulling her into his arms. "Mrs. Augustine, I'm utterly fascinated by you. You have no idea."

Though he felt he wouldn't sleep, after chatting with Olive, Elvis drifted off with her in his arms. He dreamt the girl in his arms opened her eyes and hugged him tightly—a sensation so vivid it startled him awake. He'd slept five or six hours and felt energized. He saw someone lying on his chest—it wasn't a dream. Olive was really there.

Her dark hair spilled across her body, some tucked behind her ears, revealing delicate white earlobes. She wore a silk nightdress. Elvis's eyes widened. He swore softly, covering his eyes with his hands. "Olive," he murmured tenderly.

Olive's eyes were filled with tears. Seeing him awake, she whispered, "Mr. Augustine, it hurts."

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Elvis pulled her closer. "Do you know what you did?" he rasped.

"I know. I went to bed with you."

Elvis closed his eyes. His self-control shattered. He rolled over, pulling her down. They slept in each other's arms until noon. He tightened his grip on Olive, eliciting a giggle.

"Mr. Augustine, don't sleep anymore. It's already noon," Olive mumbled.

Elvis finally opened his eyes. Afternoon sun filled the room. He'd never slept in the afternoon before.

Olive rubbed against him. "Mr. Augustine, are you tired?"

He tightened his grip around her waist. "Mrs. Augustine, didn't I satisfy you enough? Do you still want me to prove my physical strength?"

Olive quickly raised her hands in surrender. "Mrs. Augustine, forgive me. My body seems to be falling apart. I need some rest."

She had witnessed his strength firsthand. Though she’d initiated their intimacy, he’d completely subdued her, showcasing his masculinity. He reminisced about her pitiful pleas for mercy.

Turning to face him, she declared proudly, "Mr. Augustine, you need to always remember me—I took your virginity."

Elvis frowned. "Mrs. Augustine, why are you always stealing my lines? I should have said that."

"I don't care. Mr. Augustine, they say a man always remembers his first woman. You must always remember me. Don't forget me," she added seriously.

Elvis pinched her cheek. "Why are you saying this? Are you hiding something from me?" His eyes narrowed, sensing something was amiss.

Olive, a little sad, lowered her head. "We'll be parting in a few days. We have many years ahead. In the future, other girls will come into your life, gradually replacing me. The thought of a good man like you belonging to another woman… it makes me sad."

Elvis knew he had a fiancée in Imperial. Upon his return, he would inherit his family's estate and start a family—soon forgetting her. He realized she was speaking of their inevitable separation.

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"Olive, besides you, I won't have anyone else," Elvis reassured softly.

Olive remained silent; his words comforted her. "Mr. Augustine, we should get up; we'll sleep at night."

They washed and dressed. As Elvis changed, he saw Olive cleaning the sheets. He hugged her from behind, his hand resting on her stomach. "Olive, do you want to take birth control pills?"