Chapter 538: Little Brat, Do You Want to Make a Mess?

Looking at the luxuriously curved ceiling, Elvis stretched out his arm, saying, “Turn around and sleep in my arms.” He wanted to hug her. Olive didn’t move; little Nathan was nestled in her lap, small hands clutching her clothes, his face against her arm. “Nathan’s here; I’ll sleep like this,” Olive refused. Elvis’s handsome face turned cold. He narrowed his eyes, rose from the bed, circled it, and reached for Nathan. Olive startled, quickly hugging the boy, and cautiously asked, “Elvis, what are you doing?” “I’ll take Nathan to his room,” Elvis replied emotionlessly. Nathan stirred, trying to escape. “Let go, you’re scaring him! Don’t treat him like that!” Olive, impatient, slapped Elvis’s arm. Elvis lowered his eyes; his face and arm were red. He coldly pursed his lips. “You’re the one who should let go,” he ordered. “No, you should let go, Elvis!” Elvis’s handsome face darkened. He pinched Olive’s jaw, forcing her to look at him. “Olive, you don’t even know your identity? Whose woman are you?” His imposing presence filled the room.

She is his woman. Is it acceptable for Nathan to hug her during the day, but not at night? Then who will sleep with him? Why is Nathan consuming all her time? Olive’s strength was no match for his; her jaw ached. Suddenly, Elvis felt a sharp pain in his hand and released her. Nathan had opened his eyes and bitten his hand, a screech echoing the pain. Elvis frowned; Nathan had bitten him until he bled. “Nathan, are you awake?” Nathan hugged Olive tightly, his large eyes staring bravely at his father. It was a silent declaration: Dad, you can’t bully the teacher! Elvis’s eyes darkened; his aura menacing. He asked, “Kid, do you want to make a mess?” He raised his hand to slap Nathan. Instinctively, Olive shielded the boy, yelling, “Elvis, you’re not allowed to hit anyone!” Elvis stopped, regarding them as unforgivable enemies. He felt unwelcome, like he should abdicate, leaving the family to Olive and Nathan. He withdrew his hand and left. Aunty Layla’s voice called from outside: “Master, it’s so late, are you still going out?” Olive heard the door slam and the car engine start. He was leaving. Elvis left Serenity Villa at midnight.

“Miss Hart, why is he leaving?” Aunty Layla asked, concerned. Olive relaxed, curving her lips. “Aunty Layla, let him go. I’m tired.” She was tired and wanted to rest. Elvis didn’t return all night, but he hadn’t stopped Olive from seeing Nathan, and she was happy. The kindergarten hired a new intern teacher, Harper Clark, a beautiful, impoverished college student who only worked during vacations. Harper was very fond of Nathan, offering him a lollipop. “Nathan, do you like this lollipop? Besides Miss Hart, you can play with me. I know teachers better than Miss Hart.” Nathan ignored her. Olive entered. Nathan immediately ran to her. Harper hid the lollipop, smiling sweetly at Olive. “Miss Hart, the little prince of the Augustine family really likes you. How did you do it? I’ll ask for your advice later.” Olive frowned, disliking Harper’s words but didn't comment. “Okay, we’ll talk later.” She took Nathan away. Outside, Nathan looked up at her, silently saying, “Miss Fairy, I don’t like Miss Clark.” Olive winked. “Shh, Nathan, we can’t speak ill of people, but coincidentally, I don’t like Miss Clark either.” Mother and son smiled.

In the evening, at Augustine Corporation, a business empire spanning continents, Elvis presided over a quarterly revenue report meeting. He wore a gray shirt, black trousers, and a tie, his handsome face sharp and mature. However, he was distracted, frequently texting on his phone. The directors watched him, silent. At eight o’clock, he stood. “The meeting is over.” He left. In his office, he threw down documents, loosened his tie, and leaned back against his desk, indescribably strong and attractive. He checked his phone; no messages from Olive.