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.

was heard on the door.

Mrs. Samantha asked me to bring you

while it’s chill.”

pushed Elvis away, afraid that others would

go of

opened the door. He glanced at

liked to make him

drank the smoothie at the door side,

headed back in.

and had a cold

through his laptop.

his body.

heat kept surging. making him

sitting on the bed with a medical book in

beautiful and demure.

forcedly placed the laptop on the

and walked to the

are you doing? I’m reading.” Olive

sat on the edge of the bed and held her soft

“Am I sick?”

his body temperature. She quickly felt

asked,

“What did you eat?”

at his

those words, he

almost fell

me?“Elvis’s expression was not so

obviously angry.

caught. Mrs Samantha felt a

pointed at Mr. Henry,

was him. There was

legs wobbled and

shock.

Samantha quickly

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

to throw a tantrum.

should hug my grandchild as

Elvis pursed his lips.

“Grandma!”

know that I can’t raise my head in front of other

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

have any great–grandchildren!”

immediately closed the

and approached the bed. Olive

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