Chapter 624 Crazy With Jealousy

“You’re finally here,” Elvis said to Olive.

Clara looked at Elvis’s impeccably handsome face. His narrow, deep eyes fell on her small face, making her heart race and her cheeks flush. She’d known Elvis for a long time, but he’d never looked at her like this before. Clara quickly covered her face with her hands and shyly turned away. “Elvis, what are you doing? You’re a rogue! Hurry up and put on your clothes!”

Clara, having imitated Olive for years, now even managed to mimic her smile.

Elvis rose, his long legs carrying him towards her. His broad, sturdy chest loomed before her as his deep voice rumbled above her head. “Why? Are you shy? What else is there on me that you haven’t seen before?”

So close, Clara could smell Elvis’s scent, her body softening. She pursed her red lips and snorted, “I hate it, I’ll ignore you!”

She started to leave, but Elvis quickly stretched out a strong arm, wrapping it around her slender waist and pulling her into a hug. “Where are you going? I have a back injury. Help me take a bath.”

A bath? It was ambiguous. Clara wanted to agree, but remembering she was impersonating Olive, she hesitated, unable to answer so readily.

“Well, I have to think about it.”

“Think about what?” Elvis hugged her tighter, burying his handsome face in her long hair. He froze. The fragrance on Clara was wrong. Elvis and Olive were lovers, but this scent was different.

Something flashed across Elvis’s deep, narrow eyes. Clara, equally alert, noticed the shift. She turned to him. “What’s the matter with you?”

Elvis stared at her quietly. “Something seems…weird,” he muttered.

Clara was shocked. She hadn’t expected to be exposed so quickly, and his suspicion startled her. However, she wasn't afraid. Raising her red lips in a charming smile, she activated the demon bell at her waist. Its seductive chime filled the air.

“Weird? I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

The bell’s seductive sound reached Elvis's eardrums, momentarily halting his handsome form. He was captivated. Clara watched, satisfied. “Elvis, I think you’re acting weird tonight. I’ll ignore you and leave now.”

She started to leave, but Elvis reached out to grab her. Clara laughed, easily evading him. He caught her again, seating her on the wooden table. Two flames danced in his narrow eyes as he stared seductively at her face, identical to Olive's.

“Why run away after setting the place on fire? Who taught you to be so irresponsible?”

Clara pursed her lips. “Elvis, what do you think?”

Elvis’s hand slid down to her skirt… Then, a loud bang. The cabin door burst open, revealing Peterson and his staff.

“Young Master!” Peterson half-shouted.

Clara was startled, their intimacy interrupted. She quickly wrapped her arms around Elvis’s neck. He, in turn, enveloped her protectively, his narrow eyes sharp as he glared at the door. Peterson, unnerved by Elvis’s dark gaze, stammered, “Young Master, Princess Olive, I’m sorry. I didn’t see anything.” He quickly retreated, followed by his staff.

Elvis, no longer in the mood to continue, looked down at the woman in his arms. Being so protected felt incredibly good to Clara. Impersonating Olive was indeed the perfect plan.

Clara raised her flushed face, looking at Elvis with love and admiration. She stood on tiptoe and kissed his handsome cheek. Elvis’s soft, loving gaze met hers as he caressed her hair.

At that moment, the real Olive, disguised as Sadie, stood at the doorway, having witnessed everything. She saw Elvis holding Clara, protecting her. She saw the kiss, and Elvis’s tender caress. He was giving Clara everything he’d given her.

Olive knew she shouldn't be jealous, shouldn’t blame him, but a sour, uncomfortable feeling filled her heart. She was overwhelmingly, insanely jealous.

At that moment, Clara looked up and saw Olive’s lonely, gloomy, jealous expression. Suddenly, warmth settled on her shoulders. Elvis had put on his shirt and draped a black coat over her. He stood before her, his slender fingers deftly unbuttoning her dress.

Clara felt she might faint from happiness, but she reminded herself to remain composed. This was only the beginning.