Chapter 9 Sleeping With Her

Elvis’s pupils shrank. He quietly took out a first aid box which was in a drawer.

He brought out a cotton wool and dipped in the methylated spirit. He used it to cleanse

her wound. “See, this is the consequence of telling me to say it the third time.”

Olive glazed at his cold jaw,” Mr. Augustine’s consequence is domestic abuse?”

Elvis tied the bandage around her arm. In a soothing tone he said, “You knew I’d be

violent, but you still dared to come in. Are you that brave?”

“Mr. Augustine, others maybe afraid if you, but I’m not.”

Elvis paused to look at her pitiful little face. “Go out and leave me to myself.”

With that. Elvis helped up her.

Olive quickly stretched out her arms and directly hugged his muscular waist.

Elvis’s body froze. Olive’s body was as soft as though she had no bone.

Elvis scented the pleasant fragrance of her body. And his nerves were slowly seduced.

Olive whispered in huis embrace, “Mr. Augustine, you don’t need to be alone. Let me

keep you company.”

Elvis’s sinister veins tardily disappeared. Even the terrifying gloom in his eyes had

vanished. He wrapped his hands around

her.

He pressed his handsome face into her soft hair. The scent on her body made him feel

as though he had just eaten a strawberry jam. She scented a bit like dessert.

Olive quietly hugged him for a moment, then moved her hands around his waist and

caressed his shoulders. “If you still feel uncomfortable, you can go ahead and bite.”

Appropriate emotional release is necessary.

“Bite you? Aren’t you afraid of pain?”

“What I’m saying is…” Olive stood on her tiptoe and bit deep into his shoulder.

fast and ruthlessly. It was

white shirt on

ripped off

muscles tense. He hugged tighter to Olive and

back. And she fell on

you seeking revenge?” Elvis

me a while ago. Now that I’ve bitten you, we’re even.” She

Elvis

current posture was a little

as though he was

Augustine, what are you

asked. you didn’t tell me the brand of perfume

wear.”

not make use of perfumes. You keep pestering me

So I do suspect that you’re flirting with me. Could it be that you’re trying

on me?”

She was very smart. She closed his

forehead gently. “Does it

even, so no need for the apology. Mr.

on his chest,

reached out and cupped her

slid down her cheeks and into her black hair. His lips moved

forehead.

as she didn’t dare move a

was he trying

Their breathes entangled.

silver needle quickly and neatly pierced

his eyes and

chandelier above

wanted

Olive’s eyes fluttered open.

keep herself in check. their relationship was nothing

reason,

arm reached up

her shoulder.

but he

free from his grip, but his fingers were

she might awaken him.

sofa in the study room was not big, so it

was in her pocket rang.

to take the call. but after checking the

was her dad, she went ahead and

“Hello, Dad.”

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