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.

heard on the door.

Samantha asked me to bring you a glass of smoothie. Drink

while it’s chill.”

Elvis away, afraid that others would see such

let go of her

He

to make

side, and placed the glass into Maria’s hand

headed back in.

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

through his laptop.

heat emanating from his body. And his body temperature

surging. making

sitting on the bed with a medical book

beautiful and demure.

the bed as

stood and walked to

you doing? I’m reading.” Olive

on the edge of the bed and held her soft little

“Am I sick?”

body

asked,

“What did you eat?”

at his own

he swiftly stood up and opened

Madam Samantha almost fell

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

obviously angry.

that she has been caught. Mrs Samantha felt

pointed at Mr. Henry,

him. There

was so frightened that his legs wobbled and he stared at Mrs Samantha

shock.

quickly chipped

since he’s a first time offender, just

Elvis, there’s no need to throw a tantrum. There’s

hug my grandchild

Elvis pursed his lips.

“Grandma!”

I can’t raise my head in

are. They’re always bullying me. I

have any great–grandchildren!”

closed the

bed. Olive already knew

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