Chapter 459: I Like to Turn Off the Lights!

He actually agreed? Did he agree to sleeping with her? At this moment, Elvis pointed to the adjacent room. "Go in," he ordered. Crystal, completely surrendering to his domineering aura, shyly entered, filled with anticipation. A maid brought in two sets of pajamas. "Ma'am Crystal, the pajamas are here."

Crystal looked at Elvis, standing on the balcony, his suit jacket removed, revealing a black shirt. His handsome body was about to be kissed by the dew. She dismissed the maid, took the pajamas, and called out to Elvis. He turned, staring expressionlessly. Crystal blushed and quickly went into the bathroom with her nightgown.

Ten minutes later, she stood naked before the washstand, admiring her reflection. Small water droplets clung to her fair skin. Gently, she wiped them away. Thinking of Elvis's cold, powerful aura and his handsome physique, a tingling sensation spread through her. Tonight, she would finally have him; her dream was about to be realized.

Crystal felt a surge of pride. She had defeated Olive; she was the one who had won Elvis. She planned to record a video and send it to Olive. It would be interesting! She was confident Elvis only had a crush on Olive and would soon abandon her for her. She put down the towel, donned her silk nightgown, checked her reflection one last time, and exited the bathroom.

Elvis, instead of being on the balcony, sat on the sofa, smoking. As Crystal approached, her body went numb. "Elvis, I'm done showering," she informed him. He raised his eyes, his cold gaze flickering in the smoke.

"Take off your clothes, I want to have a look." As the daughter of the Robert family, many men desired her, but only Elvis captivated her. At twenty-eight, his power, status, and wealth had reached their zenith. His sexual prowess was also impeccable; he understood and enjoyed women.

Crystal brushed the straps of her red silk nightdress from her shoulders, staring shyly at Elvis. He stared at her body, exhaling a puff of smoke. "Elvis..." she called out seductively. He stood, approaching her. "You can't wait, right?"

Crystal moved back slowly; although he hadn't touched her, she could smell his scent. "Elvis, I love you. I've loved you for years. You like me too, right? You were just bewitched by Olive. Now that we're married, I know you'll fall in love with me."

She reached for him, but before she could touch him, he lifted and threw her onto the bed. "My gosh!" she exclaimed. She watched as he discarded his cigarette, unbuttoned his shirt, and climbed onto the bed. Nervously, she closed her eyes, aching for his touch, pursing her lips for a kiss.

Suddenly, the lights went out. He didn't want to kiss her; he wanted to turn off the lights. Crystal opened her eyes to pitch blackness. "Elvis, why did you turn off the light? I can't see you anymore."

He chuckled softly, a hint of malice in his voice. "I like to do it with the lights off," he whispered, licking his lips. Crystal closed her eyes again; his charm was overwhelming. "Elvis, touch me," she urged.

He retracted. "Hang on, I'll have a shower first." Five minutes passed, and he hadn't returned. She went to the bathroom. "Elvis, are you done yet?"

The door opened. In the darkness, she couldn't see his face clearly, but she felt his strong body. She threw herself into his embrace, kissing him. He held her close, kissing her fiercely. Crystal felt overwhelming joy. "Elvis, I love you so much," she murmured. He lifted her onto the bed.

An hour later, Crystal, enduring the aftereffects, put on a long dress. Elvis emerged, wearing a white shirt, standing at the carved railing. In a deep, strange voice, he asked, "Are you satisfied?"

"Elvis..." she called out shyly, rushing toward him. He didn't evade, but at that moment, two bodyguards in black stepped forward and grabbed her. One produced a sharp knife.