Chapter 744 Sleeping In With Her

Elvis’s handsome face remained impassive. He kissed Olive’s cheek, saying, “Olive, don’t mention unimportant people right now.”

Olive turned her head, avoiding his kiss. Sitting up, she raised an eyebrow and said, “Mr. Augustine, don’t change the subject. It’s been a long time.”

Elvis sat up, smiling. “You’re jealous,” he said.

Olive smiled softly. “Mr. Augustine, why the f*** do you know I’m jealous and still keep asking?”

Elvis held her chin with his fingers, his handsome eyebrows softened with affection. “Girls aren’t allowed to use such language.”

“Coincidence. I not only like to swear, I like to hit people!” Olive kicked him off the bed.

Elvis was completely unprepared. His handsome face turned cold. He’d never received such a cold reception. He frowned, staring at the little woman on the bed.

Olive raised her eyebrows, her seductive eyes gleaming. “Mr. Augustine, I’m giving you time to deal with Naomi, but her late-night calls are inappropriate. I won’t tolerate this. Be careful; I’ll kick you to the curb and find another man. I, Olive, may lack many things, but I definitely don't lack men!”

“And don't get into my bed tonight. Sleep on the sofa.” Olive pulled the covers around herself, ignoring him completely.

Elvis froze. His phone rang. “Naomi” was displayed on the screen.

He knew she wouldn't stop calling. He pursed his lips, picked up the phone, and answered. “Hello?”

Naomi’s soft voice came through, “Mr. Augustine, did I wake you?” His gaze fell on Olive’s slender form. He said indifferently, “Is something wrong?”

“Something very important and urgent. Mr. Augustine, where are you? Can I come over?”

Elvis’s deep eyes were inscrutable in the dim light. After a pause, he said, “Alright, I’m at the CapeEast Hotel, room four.”

He hung up after giving the address and threw his phone aside. Sitting on the bed’s edge, he gently nudged Olive. “Olive, turn around.”

She ignored him. He frowned. “Olive, are you really ignoring me? Naomi will be here soon. I’ll go meet her; I hope you won’t cry.”

“Then go meet her. Maybe she can satisfy you tonight,” Olive retorted angrily.

Elvis’s handsome eyebrows furrowed.

“Elvis, let me go!” Olive struggled as he held her tight.

“Shut up! If you dare to make me angry again, I’ll fight with you!” Elvis kissed her lips.

Olive’s eyes narrowed; she wanted to kick him again. A knock sounded on the door.

“Mr. Augustine, it’s me…” Naomi announced.

Elvis hadn't expected her to arrive so quickly. Olive nudged him. “Naomi’s here. Go meet her.”

Elvis was annoyed. He'd given Naomi his consent to come over in the middle of the night, yet his tall body remained motionless. “Who said I was going to meet her?”

“Didn’t you let her come?”

“She can come, but I didn’t say I’d meet her.”

Olive looked at him in surprise. He'd lured Naomi over in the middle of the night, only to keep her outside the door, severely embarrassing her.

“Mr. Augustine, that’s not good. Naomi is so fragile. If you bully her like this, she’ll cry.”

Elvis squeezed her cheek. “What do you mean?”

Before she could react, he picked her up, leaning back against the headboard and settling her on his lap.

“Mr. Augustine, you’re not allowed to bully me!”

Elvis pulled her close. “Little brat, who’s bullying whom?”

Another knock. Naomi clearly sensed something was amiss. “Mr. Augustine, are you there? I have something important to discuss. Sir, can you hear me?”

Olive found Naomi’s voice particularly pleasant.

“Elvis, hurry up and see Naomi. Let me go.”

Elvis held her captive, then shouted impatiently at the door, “What do you want to talk about? I’m busy, all Yeal Give it to me baby!”

Silence. Olive was too startled to struggle. What had he just said? Was he…shameless? What a terrible person.

She tried to get off his lap, but he pulled her back. “Where do you think you’re going? Give me a kiss. I miss you.” He whispered in her ear.

The next morning, Olive slowly opened her eyes. It was past nine o’clock. Sunlight streamed through the windows, warming the dusky room. She was nestled in a warm, smooth embrace. Looking up, she saw Elvis’s impeccably handsome face. They had slept late; he was still asleep.