Chapter 692: Give Her Her First Lipstick
Clara was disappointed the ancient wedding dress couldn't be replicated. “Okay, then I’ll take the measurements first,” she said, entering the inner room.
Olive remained, her gaze fixed on the fiery red wedding dress. This was the phoenix crown and wedding dress the Greenland ancestors had prepared for their Visionary ancestors. It was breathtakingly beautiful—a dress any woman would adore.
Unseen by Olive, Alex watched her. He saw her captivated expression and curled his thin lips.
Mr. Gonzalez returned to his office, intending to design Clara’s dress. In the hallway, he encountered Alex. Dressed in black, tall and imposing, Alex’s hands were in his pockets, his expression unreadable yet his aura chilling.
Mr. Gonzalez paused. “Sorry, what do you want?”
Alex’s deep voice cut through the silence. “I want to order that fiery red wedding dress.”
Mr. Gonzalez hesitated, then refused. “No way. We can’t make it…”
Alex interrupted. “Get ready. Today, the world’s top embroiderers will be here to create it. Your shop failed before; now, you will succeed.”
Mr. Gonzalez stared, surprised. He recognized Alex as one of Elvis’s subordinates, but his arrogance was unnerving. “Are…are you joking?” he stammered.
Alex’s thin lips curved slightly. “Mr. Gonzalez, if you still can’t make this dress, this shop is finished. You'll know if I'm joking or not.”
Alex left. Mr. Gonzalez, breaking into a cold sweat, watched him go. Who was he? A powerful figure he couldn't afford to cross.
Mr. Gonzalez designed Clara's dress while Elvis accompanied her. Olive waited outside, restless.
A large hand extended, offering her something. It was lipstick.
Her eyelashes fluttered. She looked up, meeting Alex’s intense gaze.
Olive had received gifts—a One Love ring, roses—but never lipstick. “Where did you get this?” she asked.
Alex watched her, his lips pursed. “I bought it for you.”
Olive blushed, turning to leave. “I don’t want it.”
Alex caught her arm, pulling her against the wall. “I don’t know what color you like. Try it.”
“This man!” She thought. Was he implying she wear it for him?
“No, I don’t want to!”
His shadow fell over her face as he opened the lipstick, one hand gently cupping her cheek, the other applying the lipstick.
Teased, Olive frowned, whispering, “Elvis!”
Alex was Elvis! The real Elvis; the man with Clara was an imposter.
Alex leaned close, pushing her into a darker corner. His voice held affection. “So you recognize me?”
Olive stared. Even without his usual striking appearance, he still held a captivating presence.
Smiling, she teased, “Mr. Augustine, you’re impressive. You still charm women even without your looks or identity. Clara is quite smitten.”
Alex, focused on applying the lipstick, pressed his body closer, his eyebrow raised in a faint smile. “I don’t care about seducing her. I want to seduce you.”
Olive blushed, remembering last night's intimacy. She wondered if he’d given her the lipstick because of it.
“Mr. Augustine, do you want to hear the truth? Or not?”
A deep laugh rumbled from his chest. “Did Clara give you the USB?”
He knew everything. This was all part of his plan.
“Yes.”
“The Elvis on the USB looks exactly like me. How do you know it’s not me?”
Olive pushed him away. “I won’t tell you!”
Alex lowered his voice. “Olive, is it my power that makes you recognize me?”
“How shameless!” she thought. “A narcissist!”
“Don’t stare,” she said. “I won’t recognize you.”
His gaze followed her. A smile laced his voice. “I love watching you pretend, while inside you’re yearning for me.”
Olive covered his lips, glaring. Her face was flushed crimson. How should she behave now?
Alex stopped teasing her, admiring his handiwork. “It’s beautiful.”
Being a straight man, he'd chosen a typically masculine shade. The pink suited Olive’s delicate lips perfectly, adding an alluring touch.