Chapter 693 Secretly Kissed by Him

Seeing his pleased expression and hearing his praise, Olive felt her face flush. He had been acting strangely since yesterday; could he have forgiven her?

Olive reached out a small hand to press against his muscular chest. “Elvis, you go first. Clara will be back.” Embarrassed, she evaded, wanting to refuse his hug, yet still she was enveloped by him. Alex’s eyes darkened, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Olive flinched, hiding her face. “Elvis, I have lipstick… Oh!” Alex had already kissed her. This time, he ate all the lipstick from her mouth.

“Isn’t lipstick on a woman’s mouth for men?” he asked hoarsely.

Olive remained silent.

Clara emerged, witnessing the scene: tall and straight, Alex held the embarrassed Olive and kissed her. Clara’s anger flared. “Little maid! Alex, what are you doing?”

Olive pushed him away. This time, Alex didn't force her.

Clara's anger intensified. She mused that when she married Elvis, Olive should have cried, rioted, and perhaps even hanged herself—that would have been entertaining. Clara noticed the lipstick. It must have been a gift from Alex. It’s said that when a man gives a woman lipstick, he intends to kiss her. Alex, being merely one of Elvis's subordinates, likely didn't have much money; that lipstick must have cost him a significant portion of his salary.

“So, the two of you, a subordinate and a little maid, are being intimate behind your bosses’ backs, during the day? Do you have any sense of decency?”

Olive blushed, avoiding Clara’s gaze. She glanced at Alex and said, “Hey, she’s scolding you.” Then, she left.

Olive truly left without hesitation. Clara was about to pursue her when a cold gaze fell upon her. Looking up, she saw Alex, one hand in his pocket, his narrow, deep eyes silently assessing her. His gaze was calm yet unwavering, like two small abysses that threatened to consume her soul. Clara’s scalp tingled; she froze.

Alex subtly shifted his gaze, preparing to leave. Clara was intimidated by this subordinate, resenting him for his cruelty toward her and his intense infatuation with Olive. How could she lose to Olive? Just a subordinate! If she lowered her pride, she wouldn't believe she couldn't win him over!

Clara quickly approached, placing a hand on her forehead, feigning illness. “Oh, I’m so dizzy. Alex, help me.” Clara fell into Alex’s arms.

The beauty had thrown herself at him; how could Alex not be tempted? Clara curled her red lips, imagining how comfortable she must look in his heart, given his international supermodel looks. Haha.

Clara waited for Alex to embrace her, but a “bang” resounded as she hit the ground. She fell, experiencing severe pain that brought tears to her eyes. What happened?

Clara looked up at Alex. He had moved away when she fell, not even allowing her to touch the corner of his shirt. It was absurd! Clara’s fall from grace was both embarrassing and infuriating. “Alex, you!” she exclaimed.

He shot her a disdainful look and left. Clara was furious; she felt Alex was utterly mad, a small subordinate acting more like a master than his boss.

After leaving Bridal Fantasy, Elvis and Clara departed in a luxury car, while Olive and Alex sat in the car behind. Alex reviewed a document, his eyes narrowed. Olive, bored and sleep-deprived, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Alex looked up to see her head nodding rhythmically. The luxury car made a sharp turn. Inertia sent her slender body falling against him.

Alex quickly set down the document, his arms instinctively enveloping her. Unlike Clara’s artificial scent, Olive possessed a clean, sweet feminine fragrance. Her body was incredibly soft, almost boneless. He gently pulled back, hugging her and settling next to her.

Olive remained asleep, her small mouth slightly open, mumbling in her slumber. “Truly a baby pig,” Alex thought.

He picked up his file, but her soft shoulder against him, and her head tilted upward, made it impossible to focus. The sweet breath against his neck was intoxicating. He could no longer concentrate on the document. The scent of her body was overpowering. He lowered his eyes to the small face nestled on his shoulder. Her lashes drooped like tiny fans, her bright red lips slightly parted, revealing pearly white teeth. Memories of last night flooded back, his blood seeming to boil. There was no shortage of women in the world, but she was the only one he desired.

Alex lowered his eyes and gently kissed her lips. Olive was dreaming of eating soft, delicious marshmallows, greedily licking them with her small tongue.

Alex gasped. She suddenly became active, tracing his lips as if consuming her favorite treat. While they had known each other for a long time, she had always been passive during their kisses. This was the first time she had been so proactive.

The document fell to the floor. Alex stroked her small face, gently responding to her kiss, soft and tender.

Peterson, the driver, glanced in the rearview mirror. Secret documents lay scattered on the floor, and his young master was kissing the sleeping Olive. Peterson quickly averted his gaze.

Olive stretched after exiting the car, noticing her swollen, numb lips. “Hey, did a bee sting my mouth?” she wondered aloud. Peterson looked away; how could he tell her it wasn't a bee, but…his young master?