Chapter 601: She Took Birth Control Pills

Seeing Olive feigning sleep, Elvis’s beautiful eyes darkened. He regarded her with displeasure.

Olive wanted no interaction with him. Every time Nathan was near, he would try to separate them. One provocation from a man like him could lead to endless trouble. She refused to be subservient to him.

Their last intimacy had been in Imperial, and fearing the pain, she had taken aphrodisiacs beforehand. Hugging her soft little boy was far more comforting than Elvis’s solid chest; Olive soon drifted off to sleep.

She fell asleep so quickly, Elvis felt a sudden sense of crisis. He was losing ground!

He used his height to advantage, pressing his thin lips to her forehead in a tender kiss. He remained there, unwilling to move. The little boy slept between them, creating the semblance of a family.

The child stirred, perhaps wanting to move away from his father’s embrace.

Elvis silently withdrew from Olive’s forehead and lay beside her. He saw the little boy still clutching Olive tightly, mother and son sleeping soundly.

Elvis’s handsome eyebrows furrowed. He gently dislodged the little boy’s hand from Olive’s waist and pulled her close, positioning her between himself and their son. He then pushed the boy slightly further away. Perfect.

He stretched out his strong arm for her head to rest upon, her face nestled against his chest. Her slender body slept soundly in his embrace, two blushes rising on her soft cheeks. Elvis kissed her red lips gently before closing his eyes.

The next morning, Olive awoke first. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw a handsome, noble face—Elvis.

Only then did she realize she was sleeping in his arms. His strong arm was beneath her head; the other encircled her waist. They were clasped tightly together.

What had happened? How had she fallen asleep there? Hadn’t she been sleeping on the other side?

Olive’s eyelashes fluttered as she tried to rise. Her movement roused Elvis.

He opened his sleepy eyes, his voice slightly hoarse: “Awake? Get some more sleep.” He instinctively tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her closer.

This was the best sleep he'd had in three years. He didn't want to wake; he simply wished to hold her and slumber a while longer.

His casual intimacy made Olive blush. “President Augustine,” she said, “let me go.”

“President Augustine?” Elvis’s eyes opened fully as he looked at the charming face in his lap. “Early in the morning, you find yourself in your boss’s arms. Miss Hart, are you under the illusion of some unwritten rule?” He smirked.

Olive glanced at him. “So this is Boss Augustine’s unwritten rule: sleep, but no exercise? No wonder the other bosses suspect you have physical problems.” She pushed him away, whispering, “Let go of me!”

The little boy slept on, clutching a cotton ball he mistook for Miss Fairy.

Mocked by Olive, Elvis raised a heroic eyebrow. “Miss Hart, are you employing… aggressive methods? Congratulations on your success. Now I’ll prove whether there's anything wrong with my body.”

With that, he leaned down and kissed her red lips, a kiss he’d long endured.

Olive’s black pupils widened at the sudden kiss. He kissed her forcefully, his thin lips pressing hard against hers.

Olive resisted, placing her hands on his chest to push him away. But she couldn’t budge him; his body was like an immovable wall. She angrily bit the corner of his lips.

Elvis hissed in pain but didn’t release her, his hand tightening at her nape, deepening the kiss. The taste of blood quickly mingled in their mouths, and Olive's tongue began to tingle.

“Huh… let go!” she protested, kicking and struggling.

Elvis remained unyielding, kissing her relentlessly. Her small fists pounded his chest and shoulders; her feet kicked his thighs, all to no avail. He’d been deprived of her for too long; she was sweet and delicious.

“Hmm… Elvis, my son… my son is here. Don’t… It’s not good to be seen…” Olive pleaded.

At that moment, the little boy stirred, causing Olive to hold her breath, fearing detection.

Elvis looked up to find little Nathan awake, gazing at them with wide eyes. Perhaps realizing the impropriety, the boy hastily covered his eyes with his hands.

“Elvis… is my son awake?” Olive whispered.

Elvis quickly glanced at the boy, who immediately closed his eyes again. When Olive looked, Nathan seemed to have fallen back asleep.

“He hasn’t woken up yet. Keep your voice down. Let’s go to the bathroom,” Elvis said, quickly lifting her.

In the bathroom, Elvis placed Olive on the sink. His lips found her face, and his large hands began to tear at her pajamas. His morning desires were strong, and the long abstinence was unbearable.

Olive couldn’t fight him; her son was just outside. Feeling trapped, she blurted, “Elvis, wait. Let me get the medicine first.”

Elvis paused, his voice hoarse, “What medicine?”

“The same as last time. A birth control pill.”

At the mention of birth control pills, Elvis’s eyes darkened. He glared at her harshly, then continued to tear at her pajamas. “This time you won’t need it. I’ll use protection.”