Chapter 550: A Sweet Family Night
Olive was pleasantly surprised by Lil’ Nathan’s swift recovery. He spoke clearly and without difficulty. “Miss Fairy, I’m okay now. I missed you so much! I want to sleep with you tonight.” He hesitated to tell his mother what he knew, fearing he would frighten her. The current Lil’ Nathan, with his rosy cheeks, was a far cry from the cold demeanor of the three-year-old CEO. Since Olive was leaving for Greenland tomorrow, this was her last night at Imperial, and she eagerly agreed to sleep with Lil’ Nathan. “Okay, Nathan. I’ll help you shower.”
In the bathroom, Olive helped Nathan wash his back. He modestly covered himself with a towel, offering Olive a sweet smile. “Okay, Miss Fairy, you can go. I’ll wash myself.” Seeing his shy and secretive expression, Olive playfully tapped bubbles onto his blushing face. “Nathan, I’m your teacher, Hart. You don’t need to be embarrassed.” The little boy blew bubbles back at her. “But Dad warned me not to let you see my pee-pee!” Olive was taken aback; Elvis had apparently discussed this with Lil’ Nathan. She stepped back, saying, “I only like you, Nathan, not your dad.” She tripped, falling backward with a cry of surprise. Just as she braced for impact, a strong arm encircled her waist, pulling her into a firm embrace. A deep, displeased voice resonated in her ear: “Nathan, what’s going on?”
“Dad,” the boy called out.
Olive steadied herself, and Elvis’s handsome face filled her vision. He released her, moving to the sink. He effortlessly tossed his leather belt into a wastebasket. His gaze sharpened as he looked at the boy. Nathan straightened, “Dad, Miss Fairy saw my pee-pee. She said she liked my pee-pee, not your pee-pee!” Olive’s eyelashes fluttered. Had she said that? She looked up at Elvis.
He leaned lazily against the sink, his handsome features bathed in light. He lit a cigarette, his gaze meeting hers. His thin lips curled slightly. “Did you say that?” Before Olive could defend herself, he interrupted, “Am I ‘Little Pee-pee’?” Her face flushed crimson. It was her son who had said it!
“Dad isn’t ‘Little Pee-pee,’ so what is Dad?” Lil’ Nathan asked innocently.
Olive desperately needed to change the subject, “Nathan, we…” But Elvis’s teasing voice whispered in her ear, “Nathan asked you; you must answer directly. Am I ‘Little Pee-pee’?”
Olive looked up to find Elvis’s eyes burning with intense, seductive heat. He lit his cigarette, the flame dancing in his hand. He brought it to his lips and then paused.
Amid the blue smoke, his narrow eyes observed her flustered expression. He removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt. Olive's eyes dropped, watching his movements. She stepped forward, taking the cigarette from his lips. “Smoke less from now on!”
Elvis then gently pinched her jaw, forcing her to look at him. His deep voice, filled with a captivating charm, echoed in the quiet night. “Answer the question.”
“No!” Olive pushed his hand away, refusing to answer. He was being shameless!
He raised a heroic eyebrow, then changed his question: “So you only like Nathan’s pee-pee, not mine?” Leaning close to her lips, he continued, “After you answer this question, I will let you go. Tell me, do you like me?”
He was clearly teasing her. Olive bit her lip, finally nodding, “Yes.”
Satisfied, Elvis pushed her away. “Get out.”
“But I want to bathe Nathan…”
“I told you not to bathe your son again.” He closed the bathroom door behind her.
Once Olive left, Lil’ Nathan looked at his father, "Dad, why did you kick Mom out?”
Elvis glanced at his son, “Want to bathe with Mom? Stop dreaming. You won’t get that treatment. Let’s shower together.” Elvis then removed his pants, entered the shower, and bathed with Nathan.
Lil’ Nathan, covered in bubbles, looked at his father’s body and gasped, “Wow!”
Elvis smirked, “Don’t be jealous of your dad!”
After showering, Olive and Nathan settled into bed. Nathan excitedly declared, “Tonight Miss Fairy sleeps inside, Dad sleeps outside, and I sleep in the middle. I’m so happy.” Elvis, working on his phone, smiled at his son.