Chapter 529: Married or Broken Up?

It was dark. A young man and woman were entwined in a vaguely intimate position. He asked if she had showered. Olive’s pretty face flushed crimson. “Elvis, don’t be like that! Nathan’s still here.”

“Nathan? Haha.” Elvis let out a hoarse laugh. “Olive, what right do you have to mention Nathan in front of me?”

Olive’s clear eyes met his handsome face, and she stopped struggling. Elvis narrowed his scarlet eyes, appraising her from head to toe. She wore white silk pajamas, fresh from a shower. Her shirt hung loosely, revealing her delicate figure. The lapels fell on her thighs, showcasing her smooth, white legs. He hadn’t seen her in three years. With age, her beauty had subtly shifted from innocent to a languid, alluring sexiness.

“Elvis, let’s talk,” Olive said softly.

“What about? Work or love?” Elvis’s large hand rested on her slim waist, squeezing sharply. Olive winced in pain. Three years ago, she’d suffered greatly during the birth of triplets. Two years later, a coma further hampered her recovery. Ever since meeting Elvis, their intimacy had been marked by his aggression and penchant for hurting her. She’d developed a certain resilience to it.

“Let’s talk about Nathan,” Olive continued. “I know raising him alone for three years hasn’t been easy, but you need to be mindful. For instance, do you avoid letting Nathan see you with other women?”

Elvis raised a skeptical eyebrow. He knew she was becoming perceptive, instantly recalling a video chat from two weeks prior, interrupted by her inexplicable displeasure at a woman beside him.

“Are you jealous?” Elvis asked, his hand slipping into the bodice of her silk dress. The next second, his lips covered her earlobe, hoarsely whispering, “You’re not wearing underwear?”

Olive had assumed he wouldn’t return. She usually slept without underwear for comfort. She hastily grabbed his wrist and pushed him away. “Elvis, don’t be like that! Let’s talk properly…”

“Business, love, or a son—plenty of people want to talk to me. Why you? What do you want to talk about?” Elvis demanded hoarsely. Olive’s face paled, her brow furrowed. She realized that instead of pity or love, she only felt his possessive anger and need to lash out. She felt a desperate urge to escape. “Elvis, what do you want?” she asked, trembling.

“Don’t pretend. Apart from your face and figure, what else do you have to offer?” He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent.

“But don’t you have another woman?”

“Aren’t you one?” Elvis countered. Olive felt a sharp pang of pain. He saw her as just another woman.

“No, Olive, I was wrong. You’re not as good as them. Those women are my girlfriends. I shop with them, dine with them, give them an identity. You’re different. You’re merely a tool to satisfy my needs. When I want, you’ll serve me, understand?”

Olive’s face drained of color. This was how he truly saw her. “I don’t want to.”

Elvis’s eyes flashed cruelly. “Why? Protecting yourself for Derrick Domino? Why did you return without him? Three years ago, were you married? Or broken up?”

Seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, Olive lowered her lashes. “You don’t need to worry about Derrick and me. Elvis, look at yourself! You seem eager for a showdown between Derrick and me so you can ‘win’.”

Elvis’s eyes darkened, his hands seizing her roughly. Olive cried out in pain, struggling. He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his belt. She fought back, clenching her fist. Suddenly, a “boom” echoed from the bedroom—Lil’ Nathan had woken. Despite his lust, the sound caused Elvis to release her. Olive fled. Elvis slumped onto the sofa, concealing his red eyes behind his expensive watch, his throat constricting.

Olive didn’t see Elvis that morning; he’d left early. She remained silent, fearing Lil’ Nathan’s sensitivity would reveal something. Lil’ Nathan’s speech therapy was progressing well; he was expected to talk within a week. However, unexpectedly, Nathan didn’t come to school.

Olive found Mr. Lucas. “Mr. Lucas, why isn’t Nathan at school?”

“Miss Hart, his father, Mr. Augustine, called this morning to say he wouldn’t be here.”

Olive’s face fell. “Did Mr. Augustine say anything was wrong? When will he be back?”

Mr. Lucas shrugged. “He said nothing. Do you think he’s transferring Nathan?”

A terrible premonition washed over Olive. She dialed Elvis’s number, only to hear a recorded message: “Sorry, the number you dialed is unavailable.”