Chapter 29 Fake Plays

He grabbed her little tail. Olive blushed and quickly struggled,

“What are you doing? Let go.”

Elvis didn’t let go, he tugged on her tail and asked,

“New interest?”

Olive was stunned, she felt it was abnormal. Out of all the sexy night dresses, how

could this particular one be interesting to him.

Olive reached out and pushed him.

“Mr. Augustine, you’re so shameless!”

Elvis held onto her little tail and furrowed his brows,

“How am I shameless?”

“You prepared this pyjamas and the night dresses in the closet, aren’t you shameless

enough?”

Elvis glanced at the closet door and said,

“I didn’t prepare the clothes in there. Grandma did.”

Grandma?

Olive was dumfounded.

Elvis looked at Phoebe,

“Is she still good?”

Olive tried her best to pull back her little tail.

Phoebe is very good.”

“Then why are you not good?”

“What does he mean, am I also a kitten?” Olive thought inwardly.

Now that her tail was still in his hands, his frivolous and slow attitude was a little

bullying, as if she was a kitten to

him.

the door. Chef Maria said

Samantha asked me to bring you

while it’s chill.”

that others would

go of her

opened the door. He glanced at the drink in her

liked to

at the door side,

headed back in.

the bathroom and had a cold shower. Then he sat on the

through his laptop.

from his body. And his body temperature rose little

kept surging.

Olive was sitting on the bed with a medical

beautiful and demure.

laptop on the bed as his eyes were

walked to

you doing? I’m reading.” Olive

the edge of the bed and held

“Am I sick?”

startled when she felt his body temperature. She quickly felt his pulse

asked,

“What did you eat?”

it, but he was at his own house. He

him those words, he swiftly stood up and opened

Madam Samantha almost

me?“Elvis’s expression was not so

obviously angry.

has been caught. Mrs Samantha felt a

pointed at Mr. Henry,

it. it was him. There was a little

his legs wobbled

shock.

Samantha quickly chipped

really are bold, but since he’s a first time offender,

need to throw a tantrum. There’s nothing

should hug my grandchild as

Elvis pursed his lips.

“Grandma!”

do you know that I can’t raise my head in front

great–grandchildren are. They’re always bullying me.

have any great–grandchildren!”

immediately closed

and approached the bed. Olive already knew what was

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