Chapter 419
From now on, I will be your whole world!
Olive hastily withdrew her hand. She dared not touch his suit, worn from countless business meetings, radiating an aura of cold, seductive power. The man remained on top of her, his handsome face buried in her hair. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice whiny—a tone Elvis usually adored, though he seemed oblivious now. Olive pushed him away forcefully. He didn't resist, his tall frame falling onto the bed. The corners of his eyes were alarmingly red; he shielded his face with his wrist, revealing a decadent expression. Olive avoided his gaze, rushing to the bathroom and locking the door.
In the bathroom, she stared at her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen; she looked like a dewy rose, breathtakingly alluring. She splashed cold water on her face. A drop of blood fell onto her hand—a nosebleed. Bright red blood flowed freely. Quickly, she used a silver needle to staunch the flow. She knew, however, that the Necro poison had entered her system, consuming her blood. Once her defenses were breached, the poison would spread, quickly exhausting her life force. The Old Lady had been far more intense and violent than she'd anticipated.
Olive gazed at her youthful reflection. An ordinary girl who loved beauty and feared aging, she couldn't comprehend the speed of her deterioration. When that time came, she would be the first to crumble. She thought of Elvis. She feared aging, but more so, she feared him seeing her age. How much time did she have left? She had nearly died for him in Los Angeles, and now she was dying again to save Marvin. Her life felt brutally hard, yet she had no regrets.
A knock came at the door. Elvis's warm, masculine voice, tinged with amusement, called out, "What are you hiding? Open the door."
Olive quickly replied, "I... I'm going to shower."
"I want a shower too. Let's do it together," Elvis said casually.
Olive was speechless. Who would want to bathe with him? Hearing no response, Elvis placed his hand on the doorknob, only to find the door locked. A passionate smile touched his lips. "Olive, why's the door locked? Are you undressing? Open it so I can see you!"
Olive bit her lip, grabbed something, and banged it against the door. "Get out!" she yelled, embarrassed and angry.
Elvis leaned back against the wall, removing his tie. With the tie loosened and one hand in his pocket, he looked like an elegantly disheveled scoundrel. A low laugh rumbled in his chest.
Olive, still at the sink, heard his laughter. Her lips curved involuntarily, a hint of a smile in her eyes. His deep, soft voice reached her ears, "This place is quiet. You can't hear the wind and rain."
Her heart pounded. "Elvis..."
"Hmm?"
"One day, I will grow old... Don't deny it. I know you like beautiful young women. You're... let's just say, you appreciate beauty. That's normal. But if I became ugly, would you still like me?"
Olive didn't give him a chance to answer, pouring out her fears. "You say you love me, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid that one day, when I'm old and weak, I'll see indifference and impatience in your eyes. Human hearts are fickle. I'm terrified. You'll find someone younger, prettier. She'll take my place."
Elvis's unwavering heart softened. His powerful, independent woman, who conquered territories, feared him. He'd never denied his preference for beautiful young women. He liked her at twenty, her petite face, everything about her. For a man with his power and wealth, women were plentiful. But he liked her, because it was her.
"Olive, many women have wanted to be with me. But only one succeeded—you. It's hard to get me. My bed isn't something anyone can just climb into. There's only one young woman I like, and that's you. Olive Hart."
"Love me, and you'll never want for anything. Think carefully. You can have everything I have. I'm handsome, strong, a perfect lover. I can give you everything."
"Olive," he said, "you don't have to think about the future. Your future is me. I am your whole world."
Olive gripped the sink, her eyes welling with tears.