Chapter 244: Fall in Love Seriously (2)

Olive looked up at Elvis’s handsome face. Compared to her, he was in a good mood. He wore a black coat; handsome and stylish, his figure easily surpassing that of international male models.

“It’s all your fault! Why didn’t you stay in one place?” Olive covered her blushing face with her hands.

Elvis furrowed his brow, puzzled by her reaction.

“Mrs. Augustine, I want to know why our relationship wasn’t this serious when we were married. Why weren’t we this serious?” Elvis asked, staring at her.

Olive suspected his meaning and ignored the question. The honeymoon was vastly different from her expectations.

After bidding farewell to their neighbors, the couple headed to the mountain. Olive was incapable of climbing it. Elvis offered her a piggyback ride, carrying her the entire way.

Reaching the summit, Olive spotted a bird chirping. She pointed excitedly at a large tree.

“Mr. Augustine, look! There’s a bird’s nest!”

Elvis looked up. “What’s so special about a bird’s nest?”

“Mr. Augustine, you know nothing! When I was young, I always wanted to climb a tree and get a bird’s nest. There must be eggs! I could keep them until they hatched. It’s fascinating to imagine.” Olive reminisced about her childhood.

“Really?” Elvis snorted, his response dismissive.

Olive grabbed his ear. “Don’t laugh at me!”

No one had ever dared to grab Elvis’s ear.

“Mrs. Augustine, you’ve become quite bold! You dare grab my ear?” Elvis exclaimed incredulously.

Olive disregarded his reaction. Placing a hand on her hip, she declared, “What’s wrong with grabbing your ear? I’ll even make you kneel at night!”

Elvis instantly understood her meaning. Olive immediately conceded, realizing her threat was empty.

“Mr. Augustine, I’m sorry,” she pleaded.

That night, Elvis and Olive pitched a tent, but instead of sleeping, they sat together on the mountaintop.

“It’s cold. Don’t catch a cold,” Elvis warned, wrapping her in a blanket, leaving only her head exposed.

“Mr. Augustine, I’m very happy now,” Olive said, resting her head on his shoulder and smiling.

Elvis hugged her tightly, his lips brushing her face. “You can choose to stay happy forever.”

Olive’s heart skipped a beat. They hadn’t discussed the unpleasant topic in two days, yet Elvis raised it again.

“Olive, if you like it here, let’s stay forever.”

“Mr. Augustine,” Olive interrupted, “you must abide by the agreement. We agreed on a five-day honeymoon. When the sun rises, we part ways.”

Elvis tightened his grip and lowered his head. After a moment, he said, “Sleep a while. I’ll hold you. I’ll wake you when the sun rises.”

“Okay.” Olive nestled into his warm embrace, listening to his heartbeat. She was truly happy. Soon, she murmured, “Mr. Augustine, will you sing me a song?”

“What song?”

“Anything.”

Elvis hugged her closer and sang a lullaby:

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky…”

Olive’s fingers clung to his shirt, feeling intertwined with him. She thought of the future—Elvis with a daughter he loved. He would be a wonderful father. It was a pity she couldn’t be a part of his future.

Olive fell asleep in his arms. Elvis hugged her close, unable to sleep. The thought of this being their last day made him restless and selfish. He had once pushed her away, but now, he didn’t want to let go.

Hours passed. The sky gradually lightened, and the morning sun rose slowly over the horizon.

“Olive, wake up, the sun’s up,” Elvis gently tapped her shoulder.

Olive heard his soft call and slowly opened her eyes. The sun shone brilliantly. She was happy to have fallen asleep to his lullaby and woken in his arms.

Watching the sunrise from the mountaintop, Olive felt no regrets.

“Mr. Augustine, let’s go back.” The honeymoon was over; they needed to return home.

Elvis stood, gazing gently at Olive. “Do you want me to carry you?”

Olive took his hand and shook her head. “No, it’s still early. Just hold my hand.”

“Okay.”

They descended the mountain. Suddenly, Elvis let go of her hand.

“Wait here, I’ll be back soon.”

“Where are you going?” Olive asked, her eyes fixed on him.

Elvis didn’t answer, simply walking away. Olive watched him go, when her phone vibrated. It was a message from Alpha.

“Hello, Miss Hart. Our appointment time has arrived.”

“Yes, come pick him up,” Olive replied swiftly.

Back inside, she placed her phone on the dressing table. The mandala flower sat on the balcony. Olive retrieved an injection from the cabinet, the needle containing the flower’s poison. Slowly, she pushed the needle into her body.