Chapter 490: Feeding Her Pregnancy Medicine
Olive admits this time Crystal successfully pierced the pain in her heart. She endured everything alone. Each visit to the obstetrician was excruciatingly lonely. Every morning, she would instinctively turn to her side, hoping to find Elvis there. Instead, he was with Crystal, not only sleeping with her but also fathering her child. Olive knows he values his bloodline; does he feel the same about Crystal's baby? It's said a mother is more precious than a child. Because Crystal carried his child, he chose to stay with her, culminating in this wedding. Olive’s heart ached, her mind a whirlwind.
The door opened, and Crystal exclaimed, “Elvis, you’re here!” Olive's bright eyes met Elvis's. He stood tall and handsome in a neat black suit, his gaze sweeping from Crystal to Olive, who was dressed as a maid. Slim, pure, and beautiful, she possessed a unique charm. Their eyes locked, a silent exchange passing between them.
Crystal quickly intervened, “Elvis, I have severe morning sickness. I’m worried about the baby. Will it be alright?” She placed his hand on her flat stomach. He didn't deny her gesture, simply saying, “The baby will be fine. Don’t worry.”
“That’s great,” Crystal chirped. “This pregnancy medicine is so bitter; can you feed it to me? It'll taste sweet if you do.” The medicine remained in Olive’s hands—a deliberate move by Crystal.
Elvis looked at Olive, his thin lips pursed. In a deep, seductive, yet indifferent voice, he said, “Bring the medicine.” Olive's heart pounded. This was what she wanted, yet… women are such contradictions. She moved mechanically, handing him the medicine. He took a small spoon and fed Crystal, saying, “Drink it; the party’s started. Everyone’s waiting.”
Crystal beamed, thrilled to receive the medicine from Elvis in front of Olive. She was the much-anticipated bride. After finishing, she said sweetly, “Elvis, let's go. Don't keep the guests waiting.” She took his arm and descended the stairs.
Olive stood alone, a hollow ache in her chest. She wanted to stop the wedding, but the situation had spiraled beyond her control. Crystal was pregnant, and Elvis’s act of feeding her medicine proved his love for the child. A lump formed in her throat. She gently touched her stomach, whispering, “Sorry, baby…”
As she turned to leave, Elvis stopped her. He turned, his gaze on her. “You!”
Crystal’s irritation was palpable. She feared a rekindling of Elvis and Olive’s old relationship. “Elvis, what are you doing? Let's go down.”
Elvis, his thin lips quirked, nonchalantly instructed Olive, “Go to the banquet hall and help. We have many distinguished guests, and we’re short-handed.”
The light in Olive’s eyes dimmed. She thought he had something to say, but it was only a request for assistance. Crystal immediately beamed, “That’s right! Little maid, go help. Elvis is so thoughtful!”
Elvis turned his gaze back to Crystal. “Let's go.”
“Okay,” Crystal replied, skipping downstairs like a happy canary.
Downstairs, the VIPs were captivated by Elvis and Crystal's arrival. Compliments and well-wishes flowed. Elvis remained calm, accustomed to such reverence. Crystal posed gracefully, thanking them. She had reached the pinnacle of her life.
The host announced the official commencement of the wedding. The beautiful wedding symphony filled the air as Crystal walked onto the red carpet with her father, Logan Theodore, who would soon give her hand to Elvis—the most precious gift. She saw her sisters' covetous glances towards Elvis, but he was hers.
“Crystal, are you happy?” Logan asked, smiling.
“Dad, thank you,” Crystal replied, resting her head on his shoulder.
Olive watched from below, never imagining she would witness this scene. The presenter announced a viewing of "the princess and the prince’s first romance,” displaying a video on a large screen. The video showed a man with a muscular physique, strikingly like Elvis, emerging from a bathroom…