Chapter 689: Elvis’s Body Is So Powerful

Clara waited from evening until late into the night. Hours passed, and Elvis and Olive remained in the bathroom, failing to emerge. Clara was so furious she felt she might vomit blood. Across the door, the man she loved most was making love with another woman.

In her heart, Elvis was a born king, possessing a strong, domineering, and contemptuous royal temperament. She believed his nature and control over his desires were such that even with Olive's face, he wouldn't feel any sexual attraction toward her; she perceived him as cold. But she was wrong. He did enjoy intimacy between men and women. Truly.

Movement outside announced Elvis carrying Olive from the bathroom. His husky, seductive voice reached her ears: “Olive, you should rest. I’m going to take a shower.” He returned to the bathroom. Finally, everything ceased, and it was time for her to act.

Clara’s limbs felt numb. Hidden in the closet for hours, her heart burned with jealousy and resentment. She gently opened the closet door.

Olive rose and dressed. Her long, wet black hair framed her petite face and flushed neck; her delicate skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat. Her slender eyebrows and bright eyes conveyed a fragile yet alluring charm—vivid and fragrant.

Clara stared, whispering, “Olive, you’ve gone too far. You agreed to let me be Elvis’ woman tonight, but you went first.”

Olive, feeling weak, replied in a lazy, almost fawning tone, “We agreed to let you be Elvis’ woman tonight, so your chance has come.”

“You…!” Clara clenched her fist. “Elvis and you have been together for hours. Now, if he’s spent all his strength, what am I supposed to do?”

Clara’s anger was genuine. No matter how strong a man, his physical endurance has limits. Seeing Elvis exhaust himself with Olive, she doubted he had the energy for her.

“I can’t help you with that,” Olive replied, turning to leave.

Watching her go, Clara spat, “What are you pretending? Weren’t you enthralled by Elvis? I heard you call out to him several times!”

Olive retreated to another presidential suite and stood before the sink. Unbuttoning her coat, she revealed her undershirt and the delicate skin beneath, now adorned with numerous love bites. These marks spread from her flushed neck, down toward her bra, then faded, leaving a blush-inducing sight.

Alone before the bathroom mirror, Olive examined herself. Her slim face was alluring and vibrant. She removed her undershirt and stepped into the warm bath, its rose petals enveloping her, washing away the lingering unpleasantness. Her trembling legs and limp body gradually relaxed as she stretched her slender arms. Elvis was truly devious; he always had a way to manipulate others. Her body, still stiff and hazy from childbirth, had softened, yet she’d had to endure Clara’s reprimand.

What were Elvis and Clara doing in that room now? Olive chose to trust him. Since he'd told her not to worry, she would obey and do nothing. He surely had his own plan. Clara and Concubine Molly had been scheming for so long; it was time to bring them together.

The next morning, Olive encountered Clara in the hallway. Clara wore a lovely, soft pink dress. After a night of absence, her skin glowed with a rosy, seductive hue.

“Olive, what a coincidence,” Clara said, flashing a satisfied smile.

Olive stopped. Clara approached, smiling softly, “Olive, thank you so much. Last night, Elvis and I slept together. Now, I am his woman.”

Olive remained impassive. Clara appeared soft and beautiful, clearly cherished by a man. Had Elvis truly slept with her?

Olive pursed her lips slightly. “Clara, congratulations then.”

“Olive, don’t you believe me? Elvis’s stamina is incredible. I thought he was exhausted, but last night he was incredibly enthusiastic. He did it twice and even held me until dawn.”

Clara produced a USB flash drive. “This is for you. See for yourself.” She sauntered away.

Alone in her room, Olive examined the USB. She understood: likely a video of Elvis and her making love last night. Clara had intentionally filmed it and shared it. Clara had suppressed her desires for so long; finally, she'd revealed her shame. Would Olive watch it?

Olive plugged the drive into her laptop. A video appeared. Elvis and Clara were entwined on a large bed; the room’s lights were on, and Elvis’s handsome face was clearly visible. It was him.

Olive’s eyes widened. Initially, she’d considered many possibilities, such as a stand-in. But no. In the video, Elvis was atop Clara. She embraced him, kissing his lips and exclaiming, “Elvis, I’m so happy to be with you.” He leaned down to kiss her.

Olive fast-forwarded. As Clara described, they made love twice, then Elvis held her and slept until dawn. Had he truly slept with Clara?

Still seated on the sofa, Olive pressed play and watched the video again…

This time, Clara having achieved her goal, released Nathan. Nathan's status was too significant; Clara dared not touch him, not even a hair. Otherwise, the little prince's grandparents would kill her, and chaos would ensue.

Olive carried Nathan from the hotel. At that moment, Nathan said, “Mom, look, Dad’s here!”