Chapter 582: She Couldn’t Wait To Marry Liam?

Olive’s eyes darkened. Why hadn’t he spoken? Did he truly plan to marry Clara? She moved, her gaze falling on his trousers. She quickly retracted her head, distancing herself. Elvis, noticing her apparent fear, immediately refused Clara’s proposal. Olive’s tension eased. Clara, disappointed, responded, “You don’t have to answer so quickly. As long as CEO Augustine doesn’t have a wife, I will wait for you.”

Molly’s swift reply revealed her dissatisfaction with Elvis’s rejection. Clara, the most honorable princess in Greenland, had more than a hundred suitors, yet Molly had actively pursued Elvis for her. Olive’s sharp gaze intensified. Knowing Molly was a Merwoman who had been in Greenland for years, influencing Logan, Olive wondered if Molly knew about Elvis’s background. The Mermen’s involvement between Greenland and Visionary seemed to have begun sooner than she’d anticipated.

Elvis, lounging elegantly on the dark red sofa, replied with chilling directness, “Well, that’s if I decide to get married.” Molly, though rejected, smiled contentedly. “Mr. Augustine, I must leave now. Clara, make President Augustine some coffee,” she said, leaving the two alone.

Clara approached Elvis. “Mr. Augustine, haven’t you forgotten about Olive? Do you still like her?” Olive’s heart leaped. Did he still care for her? Elvis’s eyes briefly met hers, but he avoided the question. Olive’s eyes dimmed; she knew the answer. Their past was just that—past.

Clara sat beside him. “Olive doesn’t like you anymore. I heard the royal family has set a wedding date. In a few days, she and Liam will be engaged.” Olive felt a surge of anxiety. Clara’s proximity allowed her to easily see Olive. Suddenly, Elvis moved, his long legs strategically blocking Olive from view. Olive, now nestled close to his leg, found their posture intensely ambiguous. His closeness pressed against her face. She barely breathed, afraid to move.

Though speaking to Clara, Elvis’s attention remained fixed on Olive. “Princess Olive and King Liam’s engagement is remarkably swift,” he observed. “Yes, I heard Olive proposed it. She’s eager to marry Liam,” Clara replied innocently.

Elvis’s eyes narrowed. Could she truly not wait to marry Liam? A playful yet dangerous curve touched his lips. He shifted closer, his leg brushing her face. Olive’s eyelashes fluttered. What was he doing? Clara was right there! Olive pushed against his leg, but his strength was immense. She bit her lip and pinched him.

Elvis, realizing he'd been teasing her, felt a pang of regret. Her nearness was undeniably ambiguous. He hadn't expected her to pinch him so hard. He let out a breath and frowned.

Clara, noticing his discomfort, asked, “Mr. Augustine, what’s wrong?” Olive, hidden beneath the coffee table, froze. Elvis’s low voice, laced with amusement, broke the silence. “I don’t know…it seems I was bitten by a kitten.” Clara looked around. “There’s no cat here.” Elvis smirked. “Are you sure, Princess Clara? Didn’t you hear the kitten’s meow?” Olive suspected this was deliberate; he'd essentially made her meow.