Chapter 4 Feed him with a spoon

Elvis’s finger halted. He stared at the Olive who had already fallen asleep.

He glanced at her neck and sighted a visible mark. Her skin was fragile.

Elvis turned around and returned to the sofa.

His sleep disorder was getting worse by the day. It definitely was not something her

silver needles could cure. However, she was skilled in medicine. Just now, he really did

take a nap on her.

Elvis gaze was focused on her slender figure on the bed. He wondered how she could

be so tiny and soft.

The following morning. Olive sat in the dining room, she was eating a pastrami

sandwich and a glass of smoothie laid on her table.

“Olly, I liked you as soon as I saw you. If ever Elvis dares to bully you, tell grandma,

grandma will help you beat him up.” Old Mrs Samantha teased with a smile on her face.

“Don’t stop Olly, drink some more smoothie.” Old Mrs Samantha beckoned.

“I will grandma.” Olive replied and drank from her glass.

“Good morning young master.” The maids voice sounded.

Elvis descended the stairs without responding to them.

Olive raised her eyes and stared at him. Elvis was clothed in a white shirt and black

trousers. Every step he took was magnetic. He was indeed alluring.

Behind him, an older nanny came down holding a piece of white beddings in her hands.

There was some blood stains on it.

She walked up to Olive and said. “Congratulations madam.”

When Olive saw it, she had questions in her mind. Because she was certain that she

and Elvis had done nothing the previous night.

Elvis stopped beside her. He tucked

body and whispered

sigh of relief and was happy that nothing had really happened.

done, he bent more further

too straightforward. Olive

intimate, they were like lovebirds whispering

eyes with her hands, “I

guys

her fingers

which was a bit reddish, and his

evil charm of a mature man. “Your

old. You’ve

young. But Elvis was

and mature.

across her body, sending

wanna eat? Here have some.” Olive turned

took a bite and chewed

took her glass of smoothie

close by immediately shouted, “Young

cleanliness addiction. He never shared a spoon

left to get him

shivered. Elvis stood up straight. His face

and drank half of the

at Elvis’s action. Old Mrs Samantha

seventy. She did like Olive. And

destined for each other.

will soon be in Olive’s stomach.” Mrs

squealed like a child.

of smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether to

not.

sat on the seat beside her. He looked at her with concern and

Go

it would

ahead and have your meal.

Samantha added.

half of her sandwich and emptied her glass. “I’m full

eat anymore.

Η

cute and naive look, a

Olive, “Olly, do

grandma. I want to go to my

your parents. Elvis, how about you

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