Chapter 67: Video with Him at Night

North raised her middle finger and drove off, unsure whether the gesture was directed at Raven, Pamela, or Gwen, who sat in the back seat. Pamela and Gwen's expressions had noticeably changed.

After dropping Pamela and Gwen off, Raven arrived home and sat on the balcony. His phone buzzed; a message appeared. "Where did your sister take my Olive today?" It was from Elvis.

While at the company, Elvis had received a debit alert. Since he'd given Olive his card, her lack of use surprised him. Knowing Olive's pride, the debit was unexpected.

Raven replied, "Why don't you ask her yourself?"

"Raven, she just used my ATM card to buy things. If I ask her, she'll be embarrassed. What if she doesn't use the card again?"

Raven almost put his phone away, but after reconsidering, he patiently replied, "I think I saw North and Olive buy a nightdress at the mall tonight. It should be your type of lingerie."

Elvis, in his study at the Red Villa, reread Raven's message repeatedly. He looked at the documents on his desk, unable to focus. He stood and went to find his grandmother.

"Grandma, do you miss Olive?" Elvis asked.

Madam Samantha nodded. "Yes, I do. It's been a whole day."

"Then let's video chat with her," Elvis suggested.

"Oh, okay. That'll be nice," the old lady said happily.

Olive, having just showered and donned the nude silk nightdress she'd bought, was wiping her damp hair when her phone buzzed, indicating a video call. Elvis's message arrived after she missed the call: "Grandma misses you and wants a video call." She'd thought it was Elvis, hence the missed call.

Elvis called again; Olive answered, connecting with Mrs. Samantha. The old woman's kind face quickly appeared on her phone.

"Ah, Olive, you're not wearing a mask today! Awwwn, my Olive is so beautiful, she looks like a doll," the old lady exclaimed.

Olive touched her face. She'd just showered and was drying her hair; she wasn't wearing a mask. Moreover, only she and North were in the apartment, as Miss Erica had left, so a mask wasn't necessary.

"Oh, Grandma, don't tease me," Olive muttered shyly.

"Grandma misses Olive. Does Olive miss Grandma?"

"Yes, Grandma, Olive misses you so much," Olive nodded.

"Although I miss you so much, don't rush home for my sake, Olive. Come home when you feel better."

A warm feeling spread through Olive's heart. Her grandmother was truly doting.

Olive was touched, but Elvis watched his grandmother with a strange expression. He reached out, took the phone, gently pushed her away, and closed the door.

Elvis stared at Olive, maskless. Her skin looked radiant.

Olive, realizing Elvis's gaze, lowered her head.

"Where's Grandma?"

"Grandma just stepped out," Elvis replied, his gaze still fixed on her damp hair.

"If Grandma's gone, I'll have to hang up," Olive said, reaching for the end call button.

Elvis noticed her freshly manicured nails—a color he particularly liked on girls.

"You had a manicure," he said with a smile.