Chapter 602

Elvis strangled her. What did he say?

Olive now needed the medicine. Without it, she would die in pain.

“Elvis, let go of me. Using protection isn't foolproof. To be safe, I have to take a birth control pill.”

Her persistence was unwavering. Elvis glanced at her, and even after agreeing, kissed her cheek. But he soon noticed the change in her body—it grew cold, stiff as a rock.

Elvis opened his eyes, a flash of light in their deep, narrow depths. Just as after her return from Visionary, every touch rendered her rigid. He'd noticed this before, in Imperial, speaking harshly, saying he didn't want to rape a corpse. He'd observed it then, but her enthusiasm on her last night in Imperial, so unlike her usual stiffness, had dispelled his suspicions.

Now, she was as stiff as a rock.

Elvis slowly released her. Olive pushed him away, leaping from the sink. “The pills are in the bedroom drawer. I’ll get one.”

Elvis’s deep, narrow eyes darkened. He stared, silent. Olive felt the danger, sensing a profound, unpredictable depth in the usually taciturn Elvis.

He wouldn't suspect the pills, would he? He wouldn't.

Olive entered the room, opened a drawer, and took a pill, intending to swallow it. But a large hand grasped her wrist. She turned, meeting Elvis’s narrow, dangerous gaze. He wouldn’t let her take it.

“Elvis, what are you doing? Let me take the pill.” Olive tried to pull away.

Elvis looked at her, then the pill. His thin lips pursed, he asked coldly, “What is this medicine?”

Olive’s heart skipped a beat. Her deception was almost certain; he suspected the pill.

Three years later, Elvis was a lithe leopard, instantly alert to the slightest scent. She’d tricked him once, but not twice. She was about to be exposed. If he knew she relied on this pill to be with him, his anger would be terrible.

Olive tried to remain calm. “This is a birth control pill. What’s wrong? Let go, you’re hurting me.”

Elvis’s narrow eyes, sharp as a falcon's, seemed to X-ray her. “Olive, I give you one chance. What is this medicine?”

“Elvis, even a hundred chances wouldn't change my answer: birth control pills!” Elvis stared at her, then a sinister laugh escaped him, “Haha.” He smiled, revealing perfectly white teeth.

What did he mean? What was he thinking?

“Elvis, I…” Olive couldn’t finish. Elvis took the pill from her fingers.

“If you lie, I’ll have someone test it. Then, Olive, you’re dead!”

Elvis took the pill and left. He would have the medicine analyzed. Birth control pills and aphrodisiacs have different compositions; a test would reveal the truth.

“Elvis, don’t!” Olive chased him, blocking his path.

Elvis paused, his handsome brows frosted. “Olive, it’s time. Will you still not tell the truth?”

Olive’s lashes trembled. She knew the secret couldn't remain hidden; confession was better than discovery.

“Elvis, I’m sorry. I lied. It’s not birth control, but… but…” Olive faltered. “But what?” Elvis’s patience snapped.

Olive’s face was pale with fear. “It’s… an aphrodisiac…”

Elvis’s eyes narrowed, surprise filling his heart. “What did you say?”

“Elvis, let me explain. After childbirth, my body hasn’t recovered. Every time… it hurts, so… that’s why… Ah!”

Elvis pressed her against the wall, his narrow eyes scarlet, his face ferocious. He stammered, “Olive, you use this… aphrodisiacs? What do you think of me?”

Olive felt intense pain. His grip was crushing. He was terrifying, his ruthless aura unleashed, like a beast about to devour her.

She understood; his manhood was offended. The pill was a humiliation, crushing his pride and self-esteem. But she couldn't comfort him. Their relationship was unsalvageable; continued conflict only worsened things. Honesty, however painful, was the quickest solution.

Olive took a deep breath, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. “That’s right, Elvis. I rely on this to be with you. It hurts every time. Last time, I needed stitches. Do you know? No, you only care about your satisfaction!”

“Elvis, three years gone, your bed skills are terrible. I’ve wanted to tell you. You’ve met countless women; why haven’t your skills improved?”

“And, Elvis, you have so many women. You’re dirty, body and soul. I don’t like you. I don’t want to be with you. Just thinking of all those women makes me sick!”

Olive finished, and Elvis grabbed her neck.