Chapter 14: Small Vinegar Jar

Harry blinked repeatedly, thinking he was hallucinating. A gigolo? Who? Elvis?

Elvis glanced at the check, his deep eyes meeting Gabriella’s beautiful face. He said indifferently, “What do you mean?”

Gabriella, having already met Elvis at the cake shop, felt her heart skip a beat. She replied authoritatively, “The check is yours. Stay away from Olive. I’ll take care of you.”

Harry was perplexed. He'd never seen anyone support Elvis financially.

Elvis tucked his hands into his pockets, a sneer curving his mouth. He said nothing to reject or humiliate her, but Gabriella's face reddened at his smirk. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing. Just confidence. But I’d better go home and look in the mirror,” Elvis muttered, walking past her.

All of Gabriella’s enthusiasm vanished. She hadn’t expected gigolos to be so arrogant.

Elvis stopped upon seeing Olive, who had been watching him. He looked at her, then swiftly removed his hands from his pockets. “She was just trying to seduce me!”

The cold, inviolable Elvis of moments before now spoke with an edge of innocence.

“Olive, it’s you again!” Gabriella clenched her fists, gritting her teeth in hatred.

Olive approached, her body still partially obscuring Elvis’s face. “Gabriella, I always thought you were a low-rent version of Monica, but your mother should be ecstatic; you’ve inherited all her traits, including a penchant for stealing other people’s men!”

“How dare you!…”

Olive didn’t wait for Gabriella to finish, snatching the check from her hand. “Fifty thousand? Gabriella, how did you raise that much? It seems you really want my gigolo, doesn’t it?”

The fifty thousand dollars represented Gabriella’s savings and loans from friends. Head over heels for Elvis, she was willing to give everything.

“It’s a pity; no matter how much you give, it’s useless. He doesn’t like you,” Olive stated confidently. Turning to Elvis, she demanded, “Tell her whose man you are!”

Elvis gazed at her and smiled. “Olive’s. I’m Olive’s man.”

Olive’s heart skipped a beat. She had controlled the situation, but his magnetic voice froze her.

Olive quickly looked away, glaring at Gabriella. “Gabriella, I’ll let this pass. Next time, if I catch you trying to seduce my man, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Olive took Elvis’s hand. “Let’s go.”

“What the fuck! This girl is domineering!” Harry muttered, covering his mouth.

Gabriella trembled. She knew Olive had a sharp tongue, but not this venomous.

Elvis was pulled away by Olive, her hand small and soft. He moved his fingers, wanting to hold her hand, but Olive shook him off, snorting, “Are you satisfied that two women are fighting over you?”

“Why do I think you’re jealous?” Elvis chuckled.

“I’m not.”

Olive glared. “I just saved you. You haven’t even realized it.”

Elvis reached out, pressing her against the wall, his hands caging her. “How dare you talk to me like that?”

Trapped, Olive replied softly, “I didn’t mean to.”

“What do you mean by ‘helping me’? Mrs. Augustine, do you possess the conscientiousness of a wife? Isn’t it your duty to drive away the flies hovering around your husband?”

Olive felt his point. “But how do I know if you’re interested in others? Gabriella would have married you. I’m just a substitute.”

Elvis leaned forward, his brows furrowed. “Did you really say you aren’t jealous?”

“No… I’m not jealous.”

“I heard girls need coaxing when they’re jealous. Do you want me to coax you?”

“Huh?” Elvis lowered his head, gently kissing her lips. Olive’s eyelashes trembled.

Elvis swallowed hard. “Are you still jealous?”

Olive quickly shook her head.

Elvis laughed softly. “I got you. So you were jealous?”

Olive, realizing she'd been tricked, bit her lip, slipped from under his arm, and fled.

Elvis licked his lips, chuckling as he followed her.