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Chapter 55
Chapter 55
Chapter 55 Gift Him A Belt
Old Mrs. Sandwich came out of the kitchen.
“Elvis, Olly, dinner’s ready. Elvis? What the heck are you doing? Put Olive down
quickly.” The old lady was about to
chase Elvis, but he had already carried Olive into the room and closed the door.
In the room.
Olive didn’t expect him to hug her again. She just wanted to hide and scare him.
“Mr. Augustine, put me down. I have something to tell you.” Olive muttered quickly.
Elvis’s eyes were filled with a warm and doting smile.
“Mrs. Augustine, I do not want to listen to now, unless you wanna tell me that you
missed me.”
“Mr. Augustine, put me down. I bought you a present.” Olive muttered.
Elvis raised his eyebrows and said with interest,
“Really?” NôvelDrama.Org content rights.
Olive jumped out from his arms which had now loosened.
Elvis’s back was leaning against the door. He had just taken off his suit jacket. He was
wearing a white shirt and buisness vest. His waist and long legs could be compared to
those of international stage models.
Elvis’s gaze followed Olive’s figure. She was wearing a small white lace dress with
flowers.
Elvis rolled his Adam’s apple and pulled the tie around his neck.
When Olive looked back, she met his gaze. He stared at her from the crown of her hair
to the sole of her feet. He licked his lower lips and tuck his left hand into his trouser.
Olive opened the beautiful box and handed him the belt that she had chosen.
“Hey, Mr. Augustine, this is for you.”
Elvis glanced at it. It was a black leather belt. It was simple yet classy. It was his usual
style.
Elvis reached out to pick it up. Olive wanted to withdraw her hand, but Elvis was faster
than her and she fell directly into his embrace.
“Mr. Augustine?” Olive asked with questioning eyes and swiftly stood up.
Elvis held onto both of her hands and placed then on the belt around his waist.
“Open it. I’ll wear your gift now.”
Elvis really was domineering, he didn’t even show his liking for the gift that she had
bought.
Olive obediently helped him open the belt. His low and magnetic laughter sounded
above her head.
“The last time, you couldn’t open this. This time you could, I’m really teaching you things
that you didn’t understand.”
Olive raised her eyes and glared at him,
“Mr. Augustine, you’re lecherous.
Elvis liked it whenever she was upset. Her clear eyes were often bright and extremely
vivid.
Olive didn’t want to continue such conversation with him. She tied the newly bought belt
around his waist and nodded in satisfaction.
“It’s so beautiful.”
Elvis looks couldn’t be overemphasized. He looked good on any belt.
“What did you mean by gifting me a belt? Is someone trying to tie me down firmly.”
“Wrong.” Olive shook her head. She grabbed him by the belt and pulled him over. Then
she raised her chin and said,
“I only gave you a belt because I thought that you’ll love it.”
Elvis’s eyes darkened. His big hand pressed her shoulder and pushed her onto the bed.
Olive collapsed on the soft bed, and her silk dress was scattered in the bed. She raised
her body and kissed his handsome cheek softly.
“Mr. Augustine, you’re really good.”
Elvis reached out and took off the mask from her face. He held her face and and kissed
her reddish lips.
Olive knew that he liked her face very much, and he was almost infatuated by it. She
turned her head slightly. avoiding his kisses.
Elvis raised his eyelids and asked in a hoarse voice,
“What’s wrong? Didn’t you miss me?”
His voice seemed to have bewitched Olive. She adjusted backwards.
“Mr. Augustine, you scared me a little.”
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Elvis put his two big hands on her side and looked down at the girl in his arms. She was
so adorable.
“Close your eyes if you’re afraid.” He muttered.
Olive quickly shut her eyes. Elvis touched the golden purse which was in her pocket.
Elvis grabbed it and queried,
“What’s this?”
Olive quickly took out the purse.
“This is what grandma went to the church to pray about. Her prayer list is in here.”
Elvis glanced at the word “Augustine” on the purse.
“Understood?” Olive questioned and held soothingly to the purse. All she had to do was cherish it, especially since it was a gift.
Olive made to put the purse away, but she felt Elvis kissing her passionately.
The next morning, Olive was awaken by the ringtone of her phone. Her hand grabbed her phone which laid on the pillow.
“Hello?” She said into the phone.
A sweet voice sounded at the other end.
“Olive, it’s me Pamela.”
Olive’s eyes widened. The dazzling morning light had poured through the layers of the curtains, making the room warm.
The drowsiness in her eyes dissipated in an instant and Olive slowly muttered,
“Pamela, you’re back!”
Pamela smiled gently.
“Yeah, Olive, I’m back. It’s been ten years since we last met. It’s really been long.