Chapter 440: Can I sleep with you tonight?

Elvis looked at her, his eyes lingering on her form. He pursed his thin lips and whispered, “Olive.” He longed to say so much more, but only her name escaped him.

Olive, pale-faced, asked, “Did… did you recover your memory?”

Elvis nodded. “Yeah, hypnosis brought it back.”

“So you knew forcibly restoring your memories might restore your second personality? Did you consider the consequences?”

“But I want to reclaim our past, to be your loved one… your Mr. Augustine.”

Olive’s eyes welled, instantly clouded with tears. Straightening, she left without a backward glance. Elvis quickly followed.

He caught her slender wrist as she walked down the street. “Olive, what’s wrong? Are you angry?”

She stopped, turning to face him, her eyes red. “I imagined countless terrible possibilities on the way here, and my hands are still shaking. You don’t care for your own well-being at all. It was your decision, Elvis. You must prioritize your health. Do you know how afraid I am something will happen to you again?”

Elvis nodded. “Yeah, I know. But Olive, what about you? You’ve waited for me, alone, for so long. If I hadn’t turned back, would you have waited forever?”

For so long, Olive had never felt resentment. But now, with Elvis’s memories restored, her unspoken discontent surged. She recalled standing in that small mountain village half a year ago, watching him driven away by Alpha, the jeep leaving its mark on the road. She had walked that path countless times, only to find him in Imperial, with another woman at his side. She, herself, had erased his memories of her, yet the sight of his unfamiliar eyes pierced her heart with unbearable pain.

Tears streamed down her face. She had waited, truly waited, for so long.

Elvis gently cupped her face, his lips brushing away her tears. “Olive, how could you break the bird’s egg I gave you? Why did you turn away? I truly believed you no longer wanted me. Even a second before entering Augustine’s house, I couldn’t understand why my Mrs. Augustine had suddenly abandoned me. Even if I begged you to stay, you would have left.”

Tears glistening in her eyes, she asked, “So you got drunk and went to your father’s to cause trouble?”

Elvis held her face, gazing at her tear-filled eyes. He smiled softly. “Yes. You didn’t see my father’s expression when I collapsed in the office. He’s a scheming old fox on the surface, but I still treated him that way!”

He needed answers to the things he’d been kept from. He knew he’d been tricked, that everyone had known and hidden the truth. He’d pretended, watching his grandmother, knowing she held the key. He’d arrived at Augustine’s house early that morning, confronting Alpha. Olive snorted, amused and heartbroken, aware of her own foolishness.

Elvis kissed her eyes, again and again. “Olive, I’m sorry I’m late. I’ve missed Mrs. Augustine for so long.”

Olive lowered her eyelids, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest. “Mr. Augustine, you found me.”

“Olive, from now on, no one can separate us. This life, the next, and the next after that, you are mine.”

He was undeniably domineering! Pressed against his heart, listening to its powerful beat amidst the bustling crowd, her world fell silent. It was good to have her Mr. Augustine back.

Returning to the Red Villa, Olive showered and began drying her hair, only to notice significant hair loss. At only twenty, this shouldn't be happening; she felt prematurely aged. A moment later, she heard a car arriving—Elvis.

On the balcony, a cold wind whipped her hair as she reached out her hands, catching the cold rain. Downstairs, she saw him; the tall, handsome figure standing in the rain, Peterson shielding him with a black umbrella. Water dripped from the umbrella's edge, soaking his trousers. He looked up, their eyes met. His deep, narrow eyes were clear and calm, radiating strength and serenity. Her heart quickened; the real, complete Elvis was back. His gaze was both defenseless and powerful.

Later, she heard Betty's voice from downstairs. “Young master, you are back. Would you like something hot?”

“No.”

Footsteps approached her door, a knock followed.

Olive opened the door to find Elvis. He went straight to her room. He looked at her; her hair loose after her bath, her smooth skin gleaming, her features captivating. His gaze darkened, fixated on her lips. A rosy blush appeared on her skin, as though he were teasing her with his intense stare. His desire seemed even stronger than before. Olive looked away. His eyes darkened further. He leaned down, his lips brushing hers. “Olive, I want to sleep with you tonight. Can I?”