Chapter 469: We Didn’t Get a Marriage Certificate

Elvis logged out of his account and set down his phone. He picked up his pen and began reviewing the document. He casually asked, “How is her appetite these days?”

Peterson, wiser this time, replied cautiously, “Young Master, I heard from Ray that Miss Hart’s appetite has been poor recently; she rarely eats.”

Elvis immediately tossed the pen aside. Looking up at Peterson, he asked, “She has a poor appetite, and you didn’t inform me sooner?”

“Young Master, you said I shouldn’t report anything about Miss Hart to you,” Peterson replied aggrievedly.

“Since I silenced you, how can you speak now?” Elvis questioned.

Peterson was speechless.

Elvis rose, grabbed his black coat and car keys, and left the office. “Besides her poor appetite, what else is wrong?” he inquired.

“I heard from Ray that Miss Hart has been very compliant lately. She’s remained at Serenity Villa, showing no desire to go out. However, she seems a little weak and has been sleeping a great deal.”

“Understood,” Elvis replied.

Ray watched Elvis’s departure, mesmerized. To him, Elvis was a beast, but with Miss Hart, he was a puppy. “If you’re such a man, act tough in front of Miss Hart,” Ray muttered to himself.

Elvis hurried back to Serenity Villa.

“Sir, Miss Hart is asleep,” the cook informed him.

Elvis changed his shoes. He gazed at the closed door and softly asked, “Why is her appetite so poor?”

“Mr. Augustine, I don’t know. Miss Hart won’t eat any oily foods; her diet is very light. I ordered her noodles this evening, and she only ate a little. She seems weak, and I’m concerned she might be ill.”

Elvis frowned, mounted the stairs, and pushed open the bedroom door. A soft, warm light illuminated the room.

He approached the bed and gazed at Olive’s sleeping face. A wave of warmth filled his empty heart.

He lowered his head, intending to kiss her forehead, but hesitated, remembering their last encounter. He quickly stood, sniffing himself. He was fastidious, almost obsessive about cleanliness. He decided he needed a shower first, to avoid rejection.

He showered, taking his time. Emerging in dark blue silk pajamas, he approached the bed, lifted the blank Triage Certificate, and lay down.

He wrapped his strong arms around Olive. She had been quite ill, vomiting and feverish. Even asleep, she sensed someone near.

Awakening in his warm embrace, she saw his impeccably handsome face. She blinked, quickly raising her hands to push him away, but to no avail. His strong arms held her gently, and he offered her a red rose. “Olive, this is for you.”

She stared at the rose. He lowered his head, his soft lips touching her forehead; he kissed her.

“Olive, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lost my temper last time. Now tell me, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating? I heard your appetite is poor; are you…?” His narrow eyes scrutinized her.

Her heart skipped a beat. Had he guessed?

He continued, “Did you have another seizure that affected your appetite and body?”

Her tension eased. He hadn’t guessed she was pregnant.

She nodded. “I don’t know. I’m fine. I just lack an appetite.”

He produced a lemon candy and fed it to her. The sweet and sour taste spread through her mouth, easing her nausea.

“Is it delicious? I heard sour things help.”

“You bought it?” she asked.

“Yes,” he nodded. “At the mall. The woman selling them asked if you were pregnant when I explained your poor appetite.”

She noticed his loving smile when he said ‘pregnant.’ Her own mouth felt sour. She knew he would be a wonderful father.

She imagined him holding a baby, showering it with love. She averted his gaze. “That woman was very beautiful, wasn’t she? The glamorous type?”

His eyebrows furrowed. He knew she was jealous.

He sat up, gently stroking her hair back, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.

She turned her face away. “Elvis, give me some dignity. Don’t treat me like a mistress.”

He paused. “Olive, you’re not a mistress. My wedding to Crystal was transactional. We haven’t even received our marriage certificate yet.”

Chapter 469: We Didn’t Get a Marriage Certificate

Crystal agreed to a wedding without a certificate? It seemed she truly loved Elvis.

Olive felt his lips soften as he kissed her deeply.