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.

knock was heard on the door. Chef Maria

asked me to bring you a glass of

while it’s chill.”

away, afraid that others would see such

let go

and opened the door. He

to make

drank the smoothie at the door side, and placed the glass into Maria’s

headed back in.

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

through his laptop.

body. And his body temperature rose little by

heat kept surging. making him

up. Olive was sitting on the bed with a medical

beautiful and demure.

placed the laptop on the bed

stood and walked to

Augustine, what are you doing? I’m reading.”

held

“Am I sick?”

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

asked,

“What did you eat?”

at his own house.

words, he swiftly stood up and opened

Madam Samantha almost fell to

you give me?“Elvis’s expression was not so

obviously angry.

that she has been caught. Mrs Samantha

pointed at Mr. Henry,

did it. it was him. There was a

his legs

shock.

quickly chipped

but since he’s a

Elvis, there’s no need to throw a tantrum. There’s nothing

my

Elvis pursed his lips.

“Grandma!”

you know that I can’t raise my head in

their great–grandchildren are. They’re always

have any great–grandchildren!”

closed

around and approached the bed. Olive

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