Chapter 387
"Don't touch me with your dirty hands!" What did she mean? Was she merely protecting Marvin? She was biased! If he'd known where her heart truly lay, he shouldn't have let things happen that night. Elvis was in a foul mood; his eyes, cold as X-rays, fixed on her. "Get out! Don't touch me with your dirty hands!" Olive nearly choked. What a psychopath!
When the doctor finished treating Marvin's wound, he stood and said, "Olive, let me take you home." Alpha intervened, "Marvin, you should rest; otherwise, the wound will reopen. I'll have the driver take Miss Hart home and ensure her safety." Marvin frowned, "No..." "Marvin," Olive said quickly, "Let the driver take me home. You can't drive safely in your condition. I'll text you when I get home. Goodbye." Olive left swiftly.
Outside, as Olive was about to enter the car, a large hand emerged from the shadows, seizing her wrist and pulling her into the darkness. She looked up to see Elvis's handsome face looming. "Elvis, what are you doing? This is Augustine family property; let me go!" Olive struggled. Elvis encircled her waist, holding her firmly. "Olive, what do you mean? Tell me clearly!"
Olive blinked, "What do you mean? What do you want me to say?" Elvis tightened his grip, intentionally hurting her. "Olive, what's our relationship now? We've slept together—no, you made me sleep with you—and now you won't give me an explanation?" Olive winced, tears welling in her eyes as she tried to escape his grasp. "Elvis, what are you complaining about? Men like you reap all the benefits!"
He pushed her against the wall, his hand cupping the side of her head, trapping her. "Damn it, Olive! Do you know how many women want to sleep with me? Tell me who benefits here!" Olive stared blankly. How could he say such things? His condescending, cold, and arrogant demeanor shocked her. Suddenly, she thought, "Elvis, don't you think you're still...?" "What do you mean?" he asked, then clamped his lips shut, unwilling to continue the conversation.
Olive laughed. "Olive, what are you laughing at?" Elvis asked, feeling scorned. Olive stopped, unable to explain the past, so she said, "I took Mr. Augustine's first time, so I'm happy."
Elvis leaned close, his face inches from hers. "Besides having fun, is there anything else?" Their breaths mingled. Olive recoiled. "Mr. Augustine, why are you provoking me? Do you want me to take responsibility?" Elvis was stunned.
Olive continued, "But Mr. Augustine, don't forget, I'm married. Didn't you warn me against sleeping with you, that you wouldn't accept another man's woman?" Elvis released her, his handsome face grim. Olive left without another word.
She refused the Augustine family driver and went home alone. Walking, she remembered she'd forgotten her birth control pills after returning from the "forbidden area." Realizing she was in her fertile period, a cold dread washed over her. She'd forgotten something so important!
Olive rushed into a pharmacy, grabbed emergency contraception, and went to pay. A Rolls Royce Phantom stopped nearby; the window slid down, revealing Elvis. He saw Olive and the pills in her hand—emergency contraception. She was here for birth control!
Elvis's thoughts swirled. Did he want that night to lead to love, marriage? But she was married, belonged to another man! He reminded himself she loved her ex-husband deeply, giving him her first time. How stupid was he to want her? But… the memory of that night—her blushing face, her wet hair—dried his mouth. He'd fantasized about her countless times. He'd thought sleeping with her would satisfy him, but he was… addicted.
Elvis called someone. Olive, having paid, left the pharmacy, opened the pills, and was about to take one when a passerby bumped into her. The pill fell. She bent to retrieve it, but a dog snatched it and ate it. Olive was stunned. The dog… ate birth control pills? She felt incredibly unlucky and returned to the pharmacy, only to find the shelves empty.