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.

this moment. Elvis stopped beside her. He tucked his long hands into the

trousers and lowered his long body and whispered into her ears. “I did

a sigh of relief and was happy that nothing had really

bent more further and asked.

too straightforward. Olive had

little intimate, they were like lovebirds

covered her eyes with her hands, “I saw nothing.

guys can

slightly opened her fingers and peeped

Olive’s earlobe which was a

charm of a mature

arrive. You’re nineteen years old. You’ve never

young. But Elvis was twenty seven years old.

and mature.

across her body,

have some.” Olive turned and

took a bite and

smoothie and made him

immediately shouted, “Young mistress, that’s your

strict cleanliness addiction. He never shared a spoon or glass.

had quickly left to

shivered. Elvis stood up straight. His face ached in a frown.

glass and drank half of

was surprised at Elvis’s action. Old Mrs Samantha nodded

over seventy. She did like Olive.

destined for each other.

will soon

squealed like a child.

held the glass of smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether to drink

not.

He looked

eating? Go on and

her, drinking form it would

have your meal. I’ll give you

Samantha added.

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

eat anymore.

Η

and naive look, a sweet

Mrs Samantha asked Olive, “Olly, do you want to go out

I want to go to my parent’s

visit your parents. Elvis, how about you

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