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. Chef

asked me to bring you a

while it’s chill.”

pushed Elvis away, afraid that others would see

let go

opened the door. He glanced at the drink in

to make him

drank the smoothie at the door side, and placed the glass into

headed back in.

bathroom and had a cold

through his laptop.

body. And his body

heat kept surging.

Olive was sitting on the bed

beautiful and demure.

on the

stood and walked

what are you doing? I’m reading.”

the bed and held her soft little hand, placing it on

“Am I sick?”

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

asked,

“What did you eat?”

but he was at

he swiftly stood up and

Samantha almost fell

me?“Elvis’s expression

obviously angry.

she has been caught. Mrs Samantha felt a little embarrassed.

pointed at Mr. Henry,

it. it was him. There was a little tonic

so frightened that his legs wobbled and

shock.

quickly

but since he’s a first

to throw a tantrum. There’s nothing

should hug my grandchild

Elvis pursed his lips.

“Grandma!”

I can’t raise my

their great–grandchildren are. They’re always

have any great–grandchildren!”

immediately closed

turned around and approached the bed. Olive

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