Chapter 467: Olive is Pregnant

Thinking of this, Crystal sighed in relief. She knew she had won.

Olive returned to her apartment. A cook had already prepared a meal. "Miss Hart, the food is ready," the cook announced respectfully. "Please come and eat."

Olive entered the dining room. The cook presented a bowl of pepper soup and white rice. "Miss Hart, pepper soup is very good for a woman's body," she urged. "Eat while it's hot."

Olive smelled the soup and frowned. "Miss Hart, what's wrong?" the cook asked.

"I'm fine," Olive replied, picking up her spoon and beginning to eat the fish pepper soup.

Moments later, nausea surged, and sour water filled her stomach. She quickly suppressed it. "I don't have an appetite," she said. "I'll sleep and eat later."

"Okay, Miss Hart," the cook responded.

Olive went to her room and immediately ran to the bathroom, vomiting. Only sour water came up, leaving her feeling unwell. Her eyes were flushed, and she pressed a hand to her chest.

What was happening? She realized her menstruation was several days late. Her two encounters with Elvis had been during her fertile period, and though she'd used contraception, accidents could happen.

Could she be pregnant? The thought sent a tremor through her. With her current relationship with Elvis, a child was impossible. A child would only deepen their bond.

She checked her pulse. Her eyes widened. She was pregnant. Really pregnant.

Olive slumped to the floor, gasping. She had never expected this. She gently placed her hands on her flat stomach. Was there already a little life within? This was her and Elvis's child. Even if she were pregnant, her illness might affect the child's health.

What should she do? Confused, she heard the cook's voice outside: "Welcome, sir."

Olive's heart skipped a beat. Elvis had returned—so soon. She didn't want to tell him about the pregnancy. Discovering it would make leaving impossible. She hadn't even decided whether to keep the child.

She quickly washed her face with cold water. The bathroom door opened, revealing Elvis. He had showered and wore a thin black wool jacket. Their eyes met in the mirror.

Olive avoided his gaze. He moved close, wrapping his arms around her waist. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. "Olive, did you visit me in the hospital?" he murmured.

"No," she lied.

"Really?" he chuckled. "Little liar. Ray said you came to see me." He knew she had visited; he was teasing her.

He took her hand. "Olive, I'll take you somewhere."

"Where?"

"You'll know when we arrive."

He took her to the Serenity Villa. "Olive, look. Is this the villa you wanted?"

Olive surveyed the living room. Every detail matched her design sketches. He had built her dream home in such a short time. She looked from the chandelier to the tiled floor, the ring-shaped dining room – understated yet luxurious, meticulously planned.

"Let's go upstairs," Elvis said, pulling her along.

Upstairs was the master bedroom, with a nursery next door. He hadn't listened; he'd placed the nursery separately, not within the master suite.

"Let's go into the baby's room," he said, reaching for the door.

Olive pulled back her hand. "I don't want to go in."

Her reaction startled him. "Olive, what's wrong? You seem opposed to the baby room." He was observant; their recent intimacy made pregnancy easy to consider.

"We won't have children, Elvis," she insisted. "I won't have children for you."

He placed his hands on her shoulders. "Not yet, but we will in the future. I want two children from you."

She pushed his hands away. "It won't happen. Even if I get pregnant, I'll have an abortion."

He grasped her shoulder again. "You can't kill my child, understood?"

She saw the steely threat in his eyes. He deeply valued children and his lineage.

Olive frowned, silent. He cupped her face. "Olive, give me a kiss." He leaned in.

Another wave of nausea hit Olive; she felt the sour water rising again.