Chapter 465
Elvis collapsed. When he hugged her tightly, she slowly opened her eyes in his embrace. Olive’s clear eyes were dry, devoid of tears, yet lacked the dazzling demeanor she usually exuded. “You don’t want to sleep in a good bed. You want to hide on the balcony and sleep, right?” Elvis asked in a low voice.
“I can’t sleep in your arms,” she softly replied.
Elvis halted, chuckling in disbelief at her rejection. Olive’s preference for the balcony was clear. He gently placed her on the bed, caressing her hair. “Olive, what do you want to eat? I’ll have the cook prepare it.”
Olive’s eyes met his. “Are you imprisoning me again? Am I not allowed to go out?”
Elvis’s bodyguards stood guard twenty-four hours a day. Her previous facial alteration via injection had made them extremely cautious, eliminating any chance of escape. “Olive, it’s a turbulent time in Imperial. You can’t go out. Logan is watching, and if you leave, he’ll take you back to Greenland, making it difficult to retrieve you.”
Olive understood Logan’s intentions. Elvis guarded her, Logan waited to abduct her; neither would relent. Escape seemed impossible. She found herself trapped, desperate for a solution, a way out. Olive lowered her head, silent.
Elvis frowned at her quietude. He knew she would find a way to escape; she was too smart. He sat on the bed’s edge, rubbing his handsome face against her cold one. “Olive, do you know what’s wrong with me? I feel unwell.”
Olive felt his scorching temperature; he had a high fever. “Elvis, you have a fever,” she stated.
“Really?” he mumbled, hugging her. “I’m a patient now, and you’re a doctor. You have to take care of me.” His hoarse voice held a coquettish tone, a subtle pang in Olive’s heart. The strong, domineering Elvis was replaced by a spoiled child needing her care.
Olive guessed the untreated knife wound from the previous night was the cause of his illness. “Elvis, go to the hospital. I’m tired. Let me wash my face.” She stood and walked to the bathroom.
“Olive!” Elvis grabbed her hand. “I’m really uncomfortable, stay with me, don’t be cold to me, okay?” He pleaded.
Olive’s eyes reddened. She couldn’t stay; she feared succumbing to his charm. “Elvis, we’re done. You’re the one refusing to acknowledge it.” She withdrew her hand, entering the bathroom and shutting the door.
Watching her go, Elvis pursed his lips, then rose and walked to the living room, stopping to press his hand against his chest. Sweat beaded on his forehead. “Young Master, what’s wrong?” Peterson stepped forward, unbuttoning Elvis’s shirt to reveal a festering wound. “Young Master, you must go to the hospital now.”
Elvis gritted his teeth, turning to leave. He needed to cherish his body, yet after two steps, his vision darkened, and he fell. It was the first time in his life he had collapsed.
Olive remained confined to the apartment. Elvis hadn't returned the previous day. In the evening, her phone rang. “Hello,” she murmured.
“Miss Hart,” Peterson’s voice cut through the line. “Come to the hospital immediately. Sir Elvis was admitted yesterday, his high fever persists, and he’s in a coma.”
Olive frowned. “Why didn’t he see a doctor? It’s late; I can’t come.”
“Miss Hart, you can’t be so heartless. Who did this to him? He was calling your name in his coma.”
Olive’s fingers curled around the phone. “Miss Hart? Hello?” She hung up.
Lying in the large bed, she tried to sleep but tossed and turned. The bed held the lingering scent of Elvis. It was winter, and the blanket offered little warmth. She missed his warm embrace. Her thoughts consumed by Elvis, she sat up, threw off the covers, took a thick jacket, and left the apartment.
“Miss Hart, you can’t go out!” a bodyguard stopped her.
Before she could respond, Ray, Elvis’s assigned protector, appeared, waving the bodyguard away. “Leave it to me.”
Olive glanced at Ray, then descended in the elevator. She hailed a taxi to the hospital, rushing to Elvis’s VIP ward. As she approached, the doctor’s voice called out, “Mrs. Augustine.”
Olive turned, expecting to face the doctor, only to find Crystal standing beside him.