Chapter 537 I like you~
Olive’s eyes widened. Wanting to escape, she said, “Elvis, stop. I don’t want…” Footsteps sounded outside; it was Lil’ Nathan. He knocked, then tiptoed to the doorknob. Olive, breathless with fear, shoved Elvis. “Elvis, Nathan’s outside! We’ll scare him if we don’t get out.” This time, Elvis didn’t relent. His voice hoarse, he pressed his palm to Olive’s face, rasping, “If you don’t want Nathan to come in, don’t speak. Aunt Layla will handle it.”
Olive stared, surprised. Aunt Layla? But she’d guess what they were doing. “Elvis, no! Let me go. I miss Nathan. Let him in!” Elvis, losing patience, frowned and shouted, “Where is everyone? Are you all dead?” His large hand circled behind her, pressing on the back of her head.
Aunt Layla, preparing fruit for a cake, heard a muffled sound from the kitchen. Terrified, she dropped the fruit and rushed to Nathan. Seeing him by the door, she started to open it, but the closed kitchen door revealed all. "Goodness," she thought, "my master is truly shameless!"
“Nathan, let’s go. Aunt Layla will take you out!”
Lil’ Nathan shook his head, curious about the kitchen. He looked at Aunt Layla and whispered, “Aunt Layla, is Dad bullying Miss Fairy?” Aunt Layla blushed. She hadn’t realized the man of the house was this way; now she had to guard the door?
“Nathan, I just saw your dad. He has something important to tell Miss Hart. Don’t disturb them. Let’s pick some flowers backstage, then we’ll come back.”
Lil’ Nathan considered, then nodded, “Okay.” Aunt Layla took him away.
Half an hour later, Lil’ Nathan returned from the garden. The kitchen door opened, and Elvis emerged, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, one shirttail tucked in, the other hanging loosely. His handsome face held a decadent satisfaction.
“Dad!” Lil’ Nathan ran to him. Elvis, in a good mood, bent down, touched Nathan’s face, and smiled. “Nathan, Dad will play with you, okay?”
Lil’ Nathan peered into the empty kitchen. “Dad, where’s the teacher? Where did she go?”
Elvis shrugged. “The teacher is tired. She went to rest. Nathan, Dad will play with you.”
“No.” Lil’ Nathan pulled away, and ran upstairs. He wanted to play with Miss Fairy, not his father.
In the bathroom, Olive vomited until her bile ran dry. Weakened and pale, she felt utterly disgusted. Then, a click—the bedroom door opened, and Lil’ Nathan rushed in.
Olive quickly stood, rinsed her mouth, and whispered, “Nathan, I’m here.” He ran to her, gripping her calves, and smiled sweetly. Olive, touching his head, asked, “Nathan, why are you here? Isn’t Dad playing with you?”
“But I just want you, Miss Fairy…” Olive’s heart melted. He was her little angel.
Olive lay on the bed; Lil’ Nathan lay beside her. “Miss Hart, are you sick?”
Olive nodded. “Nathan, my stomach hurts. Can I make you a cake another day?”
Lil’ Nathan quickly ran out. Olive was startled, then felt warmth on her stomach. He’d brought a pitcher of warm water. She shivered, then saw him trying to put it on her lap. “Miss, that way your stomach won’t hurt,” he smiled sweetly.
He was only three, but so caring. Her Lil’ Nathan wasn’t cold; his heart was very soft. Olive’s eyes filled with tears. She hugged him, kissing his forehead. “Nathan, thank you. I like you so much.”
“Miss, I like you too—,” Lil’ Nathan kissed her face, then fell asleep in her arms. Olive held him close, feeling comforted and gradually better.
A click. The door opened, and Elvis entered. He saw two figures on the bed, mother and child. The dim light cast a soft glow on them. Elvis stretched out, pulling the blanket over them. Olive slept, her back to him, holding Lil’ Nathan. He drew close, holding her from behind, burying his face in her hair, inhaling her scent.
Olive, awake, stiffened at his touch. The kitchen had been a nightmare. She whispered, “My stomach hurts. Can… can I go to bed early?”
Elvis’s eyes slowly opened. He lay back.