Chapter 197 The Second Poison Test

Olive had returned to the Red Villa. In order not to make Mrs. Samantha worry, she chitchatted with the old lady for a while before returning to the bedroom.

It was already very late, and Elvis still hadn’t returned.

Was he really not coming back tonight?

Olive didn’t want to believe that he had gone out to find a beautiful woman. She took out her phone and dialed Elvis’s number, but she couldn’t get through to him.

Olive made several consecutive calls, but he still couldn’t get connected to him.

Olive tossed and turned on the bed. Thinking of how Elvis was bullied and locked up in the mental hospital, Olive swore to find a cure for his sickness at all cost!

Her blood test results were to be out the following day, and she had concluded on carrying out another test.

With her mind being occupied with a lot things, Olive hastily fell asleep.

After some time, a luxurious car slowly parked in the lawn of the Red Villa. Elvis had gotten a new car, although it was still Rolls–Royce Phantom, he had gone for the newest model.

Elvis had his specific preferences, and had always stuck to them.

The villa’s door was opened, and Maria greeted him.

“Welcome young master, why are you back so late? Do you want me to make you something to cat?”

black outfit. His

grandma, how are they?” He

dinner, ma’am Olive had joined grandma in making dessert. They had baked a cake.” Maria replied

his bedroom which was closed. He knew that live

Maria added,

fun to be around. She always comes up with new ideas to make the old lady happy. Since you got married

and took out the dessert that

Of course, Maria was aware. But she went to the kitchen and brought him

a spoon and

is it yummy?”

Elvis nodded and muttered,

“Yea, it’s very sweet.”

light shone from the yellow lamp. A slender figure curled up

his tall body, and squatted on one knee. He stretched out his hands and caressed

and her skin smooth

leaned over and his thin lips rested on her

he knew that once he answered the call,

Olive, Elvis lost all his ego and

because I didn’t want you to know my dark past. As a husband, I hope that you can

head into her hair

I’m sick, but if you can’t cure me, what will

slipped through my fingers like fine sand. You’re just twenty,

thus she

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