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

master, Old Mrs. Samantha asked me to bring you a

while it’s chill.”

pushed Elvis away, afraid that others would see such a

let go of her

walked over and opened the door. He

to

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

headed back in.

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

through his laptop.

from his body. And his body temperature rose

kept surging. making him

the bed

beautiful and demure.

placed the laptop on the bed as his eyes

stood and walked

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

edge of the bed and held her soft little hand, placing it

“Am I sick?”

his body

asked,

“What did you eat?”

was at his own house. He

he swiftly stood up and opened

Samantha almost fell to

did you give me?“Elvis’s expression was not so good. He

obviously angry.

been caught. Mrs Samantha felt a little embarrassed.

pointed at Mr. Henry,

me who did it. it was him. There was a

legs

shock.

quickly chipped

but since he’s a first time offender, just forgive

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

hug my grandchild

Elvis pursed his lips.

“Grandma!”

you know that I can’t raise my head

how cute their great–grandchildren are. They’re always bullying me.

have any great–grandchildren!”

closed

approached the bed. Olive

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