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.

He tucked his

body and whispered into her ears. “I

relief and was happy that nothing

done, he bent more further and asked. “Are

was way too straightforward. Olive had never been in a

a little intimate, they were like lovebirds

eyes with her hands, “I

guys

opened her fingers and peeped

a bit reddish,

a mature man. “Your twentieth

nineteen years old. You’ve

Elvis was twenty seven years old. He was

and mature.

her body, sending cold shivers

you wanna eat? Here have some.” Olive turned

bite

glass of smoothie and made him drink

immediately shouted, “Young mistress,

addiction. He never

had quickly left to get him a

eyelash shivered. Elvis stood up straight. His face

and drank

at Elvis’s action. Old Mrs Samantha nodded

did like Olive.

destined for each other.

my great–grandson will soon

squealed like a child.

her hands. Contemplating whether to drink from it

not.

seat beside her. He looked at her with concern and

eating? Go on

drinking form it

your meal.

Samantha added.

half of her sandwich and emptied her glass.

eat anymore.

Η

naive look, a sweet chuckle escaped

asked Olive, “Olly, do you want to

want to go to my parent’s

You should visit your parents. Elvis, how about you take

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