Chapter 532: Bitten by an Unruly Puppy

Olive didn't dare refuse Elvis's advances, fearing his displeasure. "Elvis, no… Nathan and Aunty Layla will be down soon…" she protested weakly, placing her hands on his chest. He found her voice uniquely soothing, a stark contrast to the shrill voices of other women he'd sought out over the past three years. He kissed her, his hand tracing her waist. "Is it on purpose?" he rasped. "This outfit… I can't put my hand in…"

Olive's eyes widened. She hadn't expected this. At the Emperor's Club, hadn't he found her undesirable? Upstairs, Aunty Layla called, "Little master, there's a thermometer. Let's go downstairs."

Olive's mind raced. She pushed Elvis away. "Elvis, my son is here…" The natural warmth in her tone was evident. He held her fast, kissing her again despite her protests. "Little master, do you really like Miss Hart? She must be very happy with you tonight," Aunty Layla remarked, oblivious to the situation unfolding below.

As Layla and Nathan descended, Olive bit Elvis's lip hard, forcing him to release her. Nathan rushed to give her the thermometer. Burning with shame, Olive saw Nathan's confused gaze. He pointed at Elvis's lip, asking, "Dad, what happened to the corner of your lips?"

Elvis, tall and composed, replied smoothly, "Just now I was bitten by an unruly puppy." He ascended the stairs, leaving Olive flushed and Aunty Layla perceptive enough to discern their hurried separation. The faint tooth marks on his lips, and his loosened tie, spoke volumes. Even Layla, blushing, averted her gaze. Nathan, however, remained puzzled by the absence of any puppy. "Teacher Hart," he asked, "did you see that unruly puppy?"

Aunty Layla quickly covered Nathan's mouth, silencing his innocent observations about the scene that had just transpired. "Little master, you're talking nonsense. Hurry and take the teacher's temperature," she urged, swiftly changing the subject.

Elvis retreated to his office, but the documents remained unread; Olive's image dominated his thoughts. He smoked, his brow furrowed. He texted Olive, "Have you taken a shower?" Receiving no reply, he went to the living room, then overheard Olive's voice from Nathan's room.

Entering, he saw Olive bathing Nathan, both radiating happiness. "Don't be shy, Nathan," she said. "You're so young, I don't have any thoughts about you."

Nathan splashed water, playfully wetting Olive's dress near her chest. Elvis noticed this with displeasure. He left, encountering Aunty Layla in the hallway. "Master," she said. He coldly instructed her to hurry Nathan's bath and bedtime before returning to his room, leaving Aunty Layla to ponder the unpredictability of men.