Chapter 12: Biting the Corner of His Lips

The voice was familiar to Olive. Elvis? She looked up, and without a doubt, it was Elvis's handsome face staring at her.

"Why… What are you doing here?" Olive stammered. She hadn't expected to see him there.

Elvis pressed her wrist tighter and stepped closer. "If I don't come, my hair will turn gray."

"What do you mean?" Olive's face remained expressionless.

Elvis furrowed his brows. "Who was that with you?"

Olive knew he'd misunderstood. She quickly explained soothingly, "I have nothing to do with Mr. Ronald. I'm just here to deal with some things."

"By going dancing on the pole?"

"I…" Olive faltered, a frown appearing. "Mr. Augustine, you're acting a little… weird today. Didn't we agree not to pry into each other's personal lives?"

In a split second, Elvis kissed her. Olive panicked and tried to break free. "Mr. Augustine, you're going too far!"

Elvis blinked and tightened his grip on her wrist. "Did our agreement also include that I can't kiss you? Now that I'm kissing you, what will you do to me?"

"Mr. Augustine, let me go!" Olive struggled. A knock sounded on the door. "Olive, what's going on in there? I heard an unusual noise."

Olive's breath quickened. Frightened, she whispered, "I… I accidentally fell. I'm fine now."

While discussing with Mr. Ronald, she felt Elvis's lips trail her neck. His soft lips returned to hers, and he kissed her passionately. The previous time, he had unintentionally kissed her in the car. But now, it was different. He was truly kissing her.

His cool breath fell on her face; a faint smell of tobacco lingered. Elvis didn't close his eyes; he stared at her beautiful, bewildered face. He reminisced on her pole dancing on stage. Her alluring skin had captivated many men. She was, indeed, the main character; the girl he met on the train, the same girl he married. All he could see now was her beauty, intelligence, calmness, and sharpness. Sometimes she was playful as a puppy, other times cunning as a fox. But when it came to love affairs, she was as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Lost in his admiration, he felt the corner of his lip being bitten vigorously. He hurriedly released her and clutched his bleeding lip.

"Are you a dog? You like to bite so much?" Elvis stroked his mouth.

She replied angrily, "Who told you that you could do that?"

Realizing how angry he'd made her, Elvis said softly, "I'm sorry."

Olive looked at him. "Mr. Augustine, let me make things clear. As long as I'm in a contract marriage with you, it's absolutely impossible for me to cheat on you. But you shouldn't blame me if other men find me attractive; I don't control their feelings."

"So according to you, I'm not allowed to be jealous?" Elvis replied with a smirk.

Elvis's words silenced Olive. She hadn't expected him to be jealous.

"Olive, are you alright? If you don't come out now, I'll definitely come in. We'll have a bath together," Mr. Ronald called from outside.

Elvis tucked his left hand into his pocket and moved toward the door. Olive quickly pulled him back. "Mr. Augustine, what are you doing?"

"I've never thought of having a bath with you. Why would he?"

Olive blushed and comforted him softly. "Don't be upset, Mr. Augustine. I can handle him."

"Leave him to me," Elvis insisted.

"No, Mr. Augustine. I said before that I don't want to rely on others. So I'll handle my affairs myself. Don't interfere," Olive insisted. Elvis stared at her, silent.

"Just stay here. I'll be going in now." Olive opened the bathroom door and left.

"Olive, why didn't you take a shower?" Mr. Ronald asked the moment she entered the room.

"I suddenly changed my mind."

Mr. Ronald rushed to her. "Alright, alright. We'll take a bath together later."

Monica, fearing Olive might pull another stunt, eavesdropped at the door. Suddenly, silence fell, followed by unusual sounds. What happened? Olive's swift agreement to the appointment seemed suspicious. Monica sensed something amiss. With the room now quiet, she swiftly pushed open the door.

"Mr. Ronald, what happened?" she asked, entering. But the room and bed were empty.

Monica found this strange. She turned and saw Mr. Ronald, bare-chested, rush towards her. He hugged her. "Beautiful one, hurry up, let's have some fun!" He grabbed Monica and threw her onto the bed. Stunned, she watched as Mr. Ronald tore the buttons from her dress.