Chapter 37: Want to Sleep with Me?

Elvis knocked on the bathroom door. It cracked open, revealing Olive partially hidden behind it, her mask removed. He couldn't see her face clearly.

"Thank you for your kindness. Please let me have it," she said.

Steaming heat billowed from the bathroom, carrying the scent of shower gel. Elvis saw her damp, white skin. He handed her a sanitary pad and a new dress, but she couldn't take them; he wouldn't let go. She tugged, but he held firm. Olive looked up at him, her eyes watery, seemingly on the verge of anger. He finally released the clothes. She quickly closed the door.

Elvis smoked a cigarette by the window. The bathroom door opened, and Olive emerged, wearing a long, cherry-red dress with suspenders. The thin straps showcased her figure beautifully, the dark red color complementing her skin.

Her eyes fell on his handsome face, and she frowned gently. "Why are you smoking again?"

Elvis put a hand in his pocket and remained silent. Olive approached, checking the injury on his left hand.

"What? Of course it hurts. If you knew it would hurt, why did you say those things, knowing it would anger me?" he muttered. Olive released his hand and turned to leave.

Elvis grabbed her waist, pulling her into his arms and pushing her against the window. He exhaled a plume of smoke toward her face. Olive choked on the smell and coughed, startled by his actions.

"Mr. Augustine, what are you doing? Are you finished?" she pushed him away.

"Who was that woman who answered your call?" Elvis frowned, stunned. "What?"

Olive snatched his cigarette, mimicking his earlier action by puffing smoke in his face. Elvis pinned her against the wall, warning in a low voice, "Speak! Don't seduce me!"

Olive sneered. "When it comes to seduction, I'm far behind Mr. Augustine. While flirting with me, you were with your lover on a business trip."

Elvis didn't understand. "Make it clearer."

"Mr. Augustine, I think that's enough, but I'll say it because you're shameless. That night you were away on a business trip, I called, and a woman answered. She said you were showering!"

Elvis checked his call log. She had called, and the call had been answered. He remembered his secretary, Andrew, mentioning that the public relations director, Rita, had been with him that night. It was Rita who answered.

His eyes flashed coldly. He sensed Olive trying to move and held her firmly. "Be honest with me!"

"What do you mean? It's been revealed, so you're angry?" Olive looked at him provocatively.

Elvis took the cigarette from her and threw it in the ashtray. "Mrs. Augustine, are you jealous?"

Olive quickly denied it. "No, I'm not."

"Who sent me to find another woman over and over again?"

Olive was speechless. She'd hoped exposing him would embarrass him, but he'd turned the situation around. She'd never encountered such a man before.

"Elvis, you're shameless!" Olive punched him twice in the chest.

Elvis squinted at her, a smile playing on his lips. The gloom of the past few days lifted. "Mrs. Augustine, look at your stubbornness. Just because my phone was answered, you're throwing a tantrum. Are you going to go ballistic if I had sex with someone else?"

Olive froze, then exploded. "I'm not jealous, I said I'm not jealous!"

Seeing her anger, Elvis gently pinched her nose. "Mrs. Augustine, though you say you aren't jealous, I still like you being jealous for me."

He released her. "Sleep here tonight."

He turned to leave. Olive stopped him. "Where are you going?"

Elvis glanced at her. "Do you want me to sleep with you?"

Olive's face reddened. She angrily threw a pillow at his face. Elvis frowned and walked out.