Chapter 587: Olive Wears a Wedding Dress

Olive read Lil’ Nathan’s message: “Be my mom!” Her heart skipped a beat. The message indicated Lil’ Nathan genuinely liked her, which made her happy. However…

She smiled slightly and replied, “Well… I’m afraid it’s hard. Your dad doesn’t like me.”

Elvis saw her reply, quickly typed, “Actually, my dad really likes you,” then hesitated, deleted “really,” and changed it to “I think my dad likes you a bit.” Unsatisfied, he deleted the entire sentence and replied, “Miss Fairy, you haven’t tried, how do you know my dad doesn’t like you?”

Olive asked, “But how do I try?”

Elvis raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Miss Fairy, you can pursue my dad. Other women are trying; you should give him a chance to feel your deep love for him.”

Olive was speechless. Did Lil’ Nathan really want her to pursue Elvis? She wondered if he’d truly said those words. Three years of relentless Elvis-related news had apparently influenced Lil’ Nathan, causing him to mature prematurely, as had Levi. Olive felt a headache coming on.

After considering it, unable to disappoint Lil’ Nathan, she replied, “I’ll try.”

Elvis pursed his lips, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Do your best, Miss Fairy.”

With Olive and Liam’s engagement party only three days away, she decided to try on her engagement dress that day. At the shopping center, a staff member enthusiastically said, “Miss Hart, please follow me. The wedding dress is inside.”

“Okay,” Olive replied. As she followed, her phone’s messenger notification chimed. It was Lil’ Nathan: “Miss Fairy, where are you now?”

Olive replied, “I’m at the mall,” but received no response.

“Miss Hart, look. This is a wedding dress designed for you.”

Olive gazed at the champagne-yellow crystal chandelier illuminating a stunning sling wedding dress. Delicate lace flowed from waist to shoulder, blending soft tulle and intricate lace for a romantic, captivating effect. Olive’s eyes widened. It was exquisite. She reached out, her fingers tracing the silken fabric. It was beautiful, undeniably beautiful. No woman could resist such a gown; it seemed to promise perfection.

Lost in thought, Olive recalled her wedding to Elvis, when he hadn't even greeted her in Los Angeles. She’d gone to The Red Villa alone, never having the opportunity to wear a wedding dress. The thought saddened her. This engagement with Liam was merely a strategic move; she wasn’t truly engaged, but the dress was breathtaking.

“Miss Hart, come try it on,” the staff member prompted.

Olive snapped back to reality, a smile curving her lips. Wearing the dress alone wasn’t so bad after all. “Okay, let’s go.”

Ten minutes later, Olive emerged from the dressing room.

“Wow,” the staff member gasped. “Miss Hart, you’re so beautiful! I’m mesmerized.”

Olive looked in the large mirror, momentarily breathless. The light fabric subtly highlighted her skin, and the straps, V-neck, and buckle style accentuated her soft, pure beauty.

“Miss Hart, on your wedding day, you will definitely be the most beautiful bride in the world,” the staff member declared.

A smile touched Olive’s lips. She was indeed stunning. Then, she saw a tall, imposing figure reflected in the mirror – Elvis.

She was shocked. Her eyelashes fluttered. Elvis, in a black shirt and trousers, his top two buttons undone, revealing his collarbone, approached with steady, elegant strides. His intense gaze was fixed on her. Surprise flickered in his eyes as he saw her in the wedding dress.

Olive’s face flushed. She tugged at the hem of her skirt, feeling embarrassed. “Elvis, why are you here? Were you looking for me? How did you know I was here?”

Elvis stepped closer, his voice deep. “So beautiful.”

Olive, speechless, hadn’t expected him to see her in a wedding dress. She bit her lip.

“Why aren’t you wearing underwear?” Elvis suddenly asked.

Olive’s heart pounded. The sling-style dress didn't suit lingerie, so she hadn't worn any. She looked up, realizing his gaze was fixed on her chest. The thin lace was slightly transparent. Her face burned. She covered her chest, angered. “Elvis, what are you looking at?” He always focused on the wrong things!

Elvis remained composed, openly commenting, “Now you really have a 34C cup.”

Olive's blood surged. She glared at him. “It has nothing to do with you!”