Chapter 625: A Date With Three People
Elvis reached out and wrapped his arms around Clara’s shoulder. “Let’s go back.”
“Elvis,” Clara called out weakly, lowering her waist and rubbing her knee. “My leg is numb…”
In the next second, Clara was being hugged. Elvis held her firmly in his strong arms and walked out with steady, sonorous steps. Clara hugged Elvis’s neck, then turned and looked at Olive proudly, even provocatively.
Olive remained by the door, her gaze fixed on Elvis as he walked with Clara. As they neared, Elvis seemed to notice her stare. His narrow, deep eyes met Olive’s.
Olive’s slender fingers curled, her heartbeat quickening. But in the next second, Elvis looked away, carrying Clara to the car. He didn’t recognize her; his gaze was unfamiliar, as if he were looking at a stranger. Olive’s fingers uncurled, her heart sinking. She was disappointed.
Molly, standing beside Olive, smiled with satisfaction. “Princess Olive, Elvis still fell for one of us. He didn’t even recognize you. If not for Peterson’s presence, Clara and Elvis would be all over each other right now.”
Olive’s eyelashes trembled; she couldn’t speak. The pill she’d taken had silenced her.
Molly swelled with pride. The Mermen had been suppressed by Visionary for years, but now, it seemed, the tide was turning. “Princess Olive, this is just the beginning. Elvis and Clara’s blissful life has only just begun, and you get to witness it. There’s no future for you and Elvis; you’re just a bystander!”
After returning, Clara avoided contacting Joyce’s people immediately. While she knew about Olive’s recent struggles, she was unfamiliar with Visionary and feared revealing her own weaknesses. Her priority was Elvis; she needed to secure his ascension to the throne so she could become queen. Therefore, Clara stayed at the villa, sending only a message to Joyce confirming her safety.
That evening, Clara relaxed in a milk and rose petal bath when Elvis’s text arrived. It read simply, “Downstairs,”—concise and domineering, typical Elvis.
Clara’s heart skipped a beat. Looking out the window, she saw a Rolls-Royce Phantom below, with a tall, sturdy figure beside it. Elvis had arrived. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, a classic and striking combination. The car was the undeniable focal point of the night.
Noticing her gaze, Elvis raised his handsome eyelids. Their eyes met, and Clara’s heart pounded. Many men had pursued her as a princess, but she’d been unmoved, looking down on them. Elvis had changed everything; her feelings were ignited, her heart and eyes fixed on him, willingly surrendering to his control.
Another text arrived: “Come down.”
Clara blushed, put away her phone, and ran out. She saw Olive in the living room and paused. This was a rare opportunity; she wanted Olive to witness her happiness with Elvis, but also to do something that would make Elvis hate Olive.
“Olive, Elvis is here. He’s taking me on a date. Come with me,” Clara said quickly.
Olive looked at Clara’s proud face. Elvis had come for her, and she was inviting Olive along. Olive didn’t understand Clara’s motives, but she calmly followed.
Downstairs, Elvis waited patiently. He saw Clara descending.
Clara ran to him, smiling. “Mr. Augustine, it’s late. What are you doing here?”
Elvis took her arm, pulling her close, looking down at her gently.
“Because I’m very busy,” Clara added, playfully mimicking Olive’s quick wit.
Elvis asked, “How busy? Princess Olive, I need to buy an hour of your time.”
Clara blinked. “What?”
“Accompany me to see my son.”
The sweetness faltered. Clara almost forgot about Nathan. She’d heard his genes were remarkably strong, almost abnormal. While unaware of Levi and Ivy, she knew Nathan was Elvis and Olive’s son. Nervousness washed over her.
Elvis noticed the shift in her expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly.
“Nothing,” Clara said, quickly pulling Olive forward. “Mr. Augustine, this is Sadie, my official. She knows we’re dating and insisted on coming. You don’t mind, right?”