Chapter 673: Levi Is Your Son!

He had always taken the initiative. This time, she had been unexpectedly forward, yet he avoided her, preventing intimacy. Olive felt embarrassed.

She punched him hard. “Elvis, what are you doing? Why won’t you let me kiss you? I want to kiss you!”

Elvis blinked, gently pushing her waist to create distance. Her weak clinging tested his self-control. Her drunken state resembled a cute, willful kitten. He hadn't let her kiss him, but she'd managed to kiss his face.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he watched her flushed face. “Olive, are you trying to get drunk to do something naughty with me?”

He was close to laughter. In the Royal City, she’d used aphrodisiacs; now, she was drunk and offering herself. She consistently found ways to embarrass him.

Olive mumbled, “What did you say?”

Little drunkard!

Elvis lifted her horizontally and carried her to the bathroom.

Weightlessness made Olive cling to his neck. “Where are you taking me?”

“To take a bath.”

“Ah, a bath?” A shy smile appeared. “Elvis, you’re so naughty. You actually want to take a bath with me.” She smiled foolishly. “Well then, I can help you scrub your back—” She blinked her long, feathery eyelashes, looking mischievous.

Elvis felt a burning sensation in his throat. He quickly entered the bathroom and tossed her into the large bathtub.

Ah!

Her drunkenness vanished instantly. She thrashed about until resurfacing, her damp, jet-black hair clinging to her face. Gasping, she looked at Elvis with shock and anger. “Elvis, have you gone crazy?”

Elvis stood by the tub, his trouser legs wet. He looked down at the now-sober Olive. “Are you sober now?”

“What? What?” There were gentler ways to sober someone, yet he’d chosen this harsh method.

“Elvis, you’re really… despicable!” Olive complained.

He gazed at her without regret. “I don’t like wasting time on a drunkard. It’s better if you stay sober before speaking or doing anything.”

Olive’s determination had been strong. She’d even drunk to embolden herself, only to fail miserably.

Her mood plummeted. Feeling cold, she pitifully extended her arm. “I’m so cold, can you carry me out?”

Elvis wrapped her in a towel and lifted her.

She touched his face with delicate fingers. “Elvis, am I not pretty anymore? Is that why you don’t like me?”

He looked at her. Her face might not be as beautiful, but she still attracted him.

She looked at him pitifully, her water-glistened eyelashes trembling. She was charming.

His Adam's apple bobbed. “Why are you asking this?”

“Isn’t it true? Mr. Augustine used to be so… lustful, but now you’re not! Hmph, Mr. Augustine really likes beautiful women, the more beautiful the better. You’re such a shallow, smelly man!”

Elvis curved his lips. He admitted it. He liked her beauty.

Her pupils seemed tipsy. She looked at him dreamily. “Mr. Augustine, do you really not want to do something naughty with me? L…”

Thud! Olive was thrown into the cold water again.

When pulled out, she was exhausted. Elvis gently laid her on the bed. She curled into the blanket.

He observed her, noting how she sought warmth.

He covered her and kissed her forehead.

She murmured, “Mr. Augustine… Mr. Augustine…”

Elvis stiffened. She was calling his name in her sleep.

Strong affection would explain it. But she loved Derrick, right? Three years ago, she'd had his child and left him. Three years later, Derrick was still on her mind.

He admitted to deep jealousy. Now, she called his name, confusing him. She always did this, causing turmoil on his side while remaining calm on hers. What was she thinking?

He wished he could see into her heart. “Olive, what should I do with you? I can’t bear to hit you, scold you, or discard you. You’re always like this, using my affection for you to playfully torment me.”

In her dream, she seemed to hear his voice. It comforted her. She moved closer.

“Mr. Augustine… Levi… Levi is your… son…”

What?

Elvis froze, his pupils contracting.

Levi… Levi is your son!

The words reverberated. It started as a single voice, then echoed until the whole world seemed to be saying it.

“Olive, what are you saying? What did you just say? Say it again!” He shook her vigorously.