Chapter 592

Elvis called her an idiot! What? The mysterious Big Boss intervened only to prevent them from taking photos? Why? Mr. Mahone was mortified. He couldn't afford to offend either party. He apologized, smiling, "King of Gold City, Princess of Visionary, this is truly…" Liam released Olive. She straightened, saying, "King of Gold City, forget today. Don't make things difficult for him." Liam nodded. "Okay. While we can't take pictures here, the scenery is breathtaking. They say the sea of clouds is most beautiful in the morning; we can stay overnight." Seeing the beauty of the location, Olive agreed; she rarely took breaks and welcomed the chance. "Okay."

Olive returned to her room. Her phone dinged—a text from Elvis: "Come to my room." Olive shuddered. Last time, outside the palace, he'd wanted her for the night. Now, in the sea of clouds, he wanted her in his room. What was he planning? She didn't reply; she had no intention of going.

In his room, Elvis didn't wait for a response. He saw her unread message; her silence was a clear rejection. He twisted his lips and texted Nathan, "Hurry to the sea of clouds; half an hour." Two minutes later, silence. Little Nathan hadn't even replied! Elvis wondered if Nathan was as cold as he was, or if he inherited his mother's reticence. He sent another text, "Your mom is in the sea of clouds." Instantly, a reply. Elvis: "..."

In the presidential suite, Olive luxuriated in a rose-scented bath. Emerging, she bumped her forehead on the frosted glass door, cutting herself. In her pajamas, she stood barefoot before the vanity, tending to the wound. It was deep and ached despite her efforts. She located a medicine box, intending to treat it further when the doorbell rang. Who could it be?

Olive opened the door to Little Nathan, who ran to hug her leg. "Miss Fairy~" "Nathan, why are you here?" Olive asked, surprised he'd come to Greenland. Her eyes lit up; she touched his forehead. "Miss Fairy, I came with Dad. Surprised?" he laughed. Footsteps approached. Olive looked up to see Elvis, slowly walking toward her. He'd changed; a handmade white shirt and black trousers—classic male idol style. His bangs were swept back, revealing his handsome features. He stepped as if from a red carpet, regal as an emperor. He was here. The man who'd just texted her.

Elvis approached, his dark eyes darting to her face, then her forehead. His eyebrows furrowed; he asked in a low voice, "Why are you injured?" Olive, fresh from her shower, her long, wet hair cascading down her shoulders, looked even more beautiful. Her skin was flawless, but the blood stain on her forehead was stark. He'd seen it immediately. Olive instinctively covered the wound. "It's okay." "Miss Fairy, did someone hurt you?" Nathan asked angrily. "Who bullied you? Tell my dad. He's very powerful; he'll get revenge for you." Olive thought, "Huh?" Did Nathan just offer his father's services? But seeing the boy's innocent concern, she dismissed the thought.

"Dad," Little Nathan tugged at Elvis's trousers. "Tell Miss Fairy. Dad will protect her, right?" Elvis's gaze fell on her face. He remained silent. Olive felt his gaze intense, and quickly looked away. "Lil' Nathan, thank you." "You're welcome. Dad and I will protect you from now on," Nathan said solemnly. Olive's heart softened; a warm smile graced her lips as she looked at his pink face and bright eyes. She truly liked him.

Elvis strode into the room, his voice deep and magnetic. "Come in. I'll treat your wound." Olive instinctively refused, "No need…" But the next second… She turned to see Elvis already in her room, comfortable as if it were his own. She'd refused him entry; how did he get in? "Miss Fairy, let's go to the room," Little Nathan said, taking her hand. Olive: "..."

In the room, Olive sat on the bed; Elvis stood beside her, holding an alcohol swab. "Ow!…" Olive winced. Elvis paused, his gaze condescending. "Does it hurt?" "A little." Elvis then poked her wound. What was he doing? The pain was sharp. Tears welled up; she glared at him, angry. "President Augustine, you did that on purpose! Is it fun to tease me?" Elvis pursed his lips, softly snorting, "Idiot!"

Olive's heart skipped a beat. Hearing those two words in his deep voice, she felt a strange pang. Idiot. Her gaze was dull, her eyes red from the pain, her lashes wet; she looked pitiful. Elvis felt a pang in his chest. "Does it really hurt?"