Chapter 262: Secretly Hiding Her Butterfly Headband

Elvis returned to the Red Villa, processed documents in his study, showered, and went to bed. He didn't fall asleep immediately. In his palm lay Olive Hart's butterfly headband; Phoebe had taken it from Olive's hair at the bar. Elvis brought the headband to his nose, inhaling its sweet scent—the same scent he remembered from her nearness at the bar. It wasn't perfume, but her natural fragrance; sweet and pleasant.

Suddenly, his cat meowed. Phoebe, lying in her bed, glared at him with disdain. Are you a pervert? he imagined her thinking. He had completely forgotten about his cat. Embarrassed by her judgment, he hid the headband under his pillow and closed his eyes. For the first time in months, Elvis dreamt. He saw Olive, the fragile girl he had pushed into a corner. He kissed her, and she cried out. Her eyes, both alluring and angry, met his. "It hurts," she said resentfully. "Why did you bite me?"

He buried his face in her hair, his voice hoarse with regret: "Sorry."

He awoke with a start. The room was bathed in moonlight. His chest heaved, his throat was dry, and his body felt hot. His eyes were red, just as they had been in his dream. He wondered if he'd still hidden the headband; the scent of Olive lingered. He quickly showered in cold water, but her veiled face and bright eyes remained imprinted in his mind.

Elvis, twenty-eight years old, had never believed in love at first sight. For him, love was a luxury. Yet, seeing Olive had ignited a powerful desire. He'd once suspected a physical problem, even consulting a psychologist, but his encounter with Olive had seemingly resolved whatever ailed him. Raven's words echoed in his ears: "There's nothing wrong with your body; try another woman." A lustful glint filled his eyes. He reached for…

Chapter 212: Secretly Hiding Her Butterfly Headband

Crystal rushed to a luxury room, alerted by a message from Noah. Inside, she found Noah drunk among a group of wealthy young women. Empty wine bottles littered the table. They teased him about his recent breakup.

"Young Master White, how are you today? I hear you're single again! Why the long face?"

"I think Young Master White regrets refusing the Hart family daughter. He thought she was a clown, but she’s incredibly beautiful."

"You haven't seen Olive Hart! You'd understand Noah's regret."

Someone pointed out Crystal's arrival. She took the wine bottle from Noah. "Cousin, stop. Do you really like Olive?"

Noah mumbled, "L..."

Someone opened the Watson forum. "Crystal, look! Olive's been hailed as the new beauty queen."

A photo appeared: Olive, in a school uniform, carrying books, her face veiled by a sunlit setting. Intrigue filled the room.

Crystal frowned. "Why does Olive Hart wear a veil? Is there something wrong with her face?"

Everyone assumed her beauty was extraordinary, but Crystal's words planted a seed of doubt.

Why the veil? Was she hiding something? Was she truly as beautiful as everyone believed?

"I think she's probably an ugly monster," Crystal mused. If Olive were truly beautiful, why hide her face?

Noah, reminded of his lost "fairy," considered this new perspective. If Olive were ugly… His sadness shifted to anger.

"Damn! Olive's definitely an ugly monster! She mocked me twice! I'll get her back!"

"How, Noah?"

"She wants to cover her face? Tomorrow, I'll go to Watson, rip off her veil, and show everyone her ugliness!"

The room erupted in excited agreement. "That's great! Young Master White, we'll join you!"