Chapter 628: About to Kiss!

Olive looked at Clara coldly. How could she be so kind? Indeed, Clara deliberately knocked over her cup; the hot water spilled, burning her hand.

“Ah!” Clara cried, raising innocent, hurt eyes to Olive, as if Olive had deliberately harmed her. “Sadie, why did you do this? My hand hurts!”

Olive glanced at Clara. A tall, handsome man entered her line of sight: Elvis, coming downstairs. He took Clara’s reddened hand.

“I accidentally spilled the water,” Clara said, feigning remorse. “It wasn’t Sadie’s fault. Don’t blame her.”

Elvis’s cold eyes fell on Olive. His protective stance toward Clara was frightening; his glare felt predatory. Olive frowned. Then, she spotted Nathan.

Olive hadn’t seen Nathan in days. Her eyes lit up. He stood quietly at the entrance, watching them.

“Little Master, you’re back?” the maid hurried forward.

Elvis and Clara looked up. Clara hadn’t expected Elvis’s son to return so soon. Nathan’s large eyes fixed on her.

It was their first meeting. Clara was surprised; Nathan resembled Elvis, but his sharp, insightful eyes seemed to see through her deception. A shiver ran down her spine. Impossible—a three-year-old couldn’t see through her. Yet, he had been there the whole time, silently observing.

The thought of Nathan’s awareness made Clara uneasy, but she quickly stepped to the nanny. Smiling sweetly, she asked tentatively, “Nathan, you’re back? Why were you standing there? What were you looking at?”

Nathan looked at her. “Mummy, I saw you were hurt. Are you alright?”

Hearing “Mummy,” Clara relaxed. She’d thought she’d have to contend with this child. “Nathan, Mummy’s fine, just a small injury,” she laughed.

Elvis took Clara’s hand. “Come with me; I’ll cool it and apply some ointment.”

“Okay,” Clara said, and they went to the kitchen. Before leaving, Clara warned Olive to stay away from Nathan.

They soon disappeared. Olive approached Nathan’s schoolbag; sweat beaded on his forehead. He looked at her thoughtfully. “What’s your name?” he asked.

Olive pointed to her throat and shook her head.

“You can’t speak?”

She nodded. Nathan said nothing more; he went upstairs.

In the kitchen, Elvis held Clara’s hands under cold water. Feeling his protection, she was elated. Then, his low voice reached her ear. “Why did you do this?”

Clara stiffened. “What?”

Elvis didn’t look up, only raising his lips slightly. “Didn’t you spill the coffee on yourself?”

Clara gasped; her smile faltered. Had he seen through her? She remembered Olive’s words—Elvis was astute. She often used tricks to torment Olive, unaware that Elvis had witnessed them.

Elvis looked at Clara, his handsome eyes narrowed. “She was in my room just now. Did you send her?”

A chill ran through Clara. He narrowed his eyes further, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Olive, you weren’t like this before. Sadie mattered to you. What changed?”

Clara’s face paled; he doubted her.

“Elvis,” she rushed to him, hugging his waist. The demon bells on her chimed.

“Are you questioning me because of my…position?” she asked softly.

Elvis closed his eyes at the sound of the bells. When he opened them, the sharpness was gone, replaced by a gentler gaze.

“Olive, if you truly hate someone and want them gone, tell me, I’ll help. Don’t do this again,” he warned.

Would he help her get rid of Olive? That was excellent. But she wasn’t finished.

“I…” Clara tiptoed and kissed his cheek.

Elvis didn’t pull away, but a strange look crossed his face. He should have welcomed her advance, but he felt a sudden wave of rejection and disgust. Clara, basking in the excitement of her kiss, felt a thrill.