His Only Antidote by Shirley Owen

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Even on the other end of the line, Nolla sensed the chill coming from Elvis. She somehow became nervous. Subconsciously, she rose, her knees bumping against the table. Her tears came out of pain, yet she dared not to shout out loud.

“Glad to hear your voice, Mr. Grayson! Taking a deep breath, Nola tried to calm herself down.

“I’ve made up my mind about the thing you said.” Nola’s heart almost thumped out of her chest on hearing this. She wondered if she had misheard it. Would Elvis tell her that….

“Good! So what’s your decision?” Nola’s face was full of expectation, as if she had seen the moonlight in the dark night.

“It’ll take some time to make it clear. How about we talk face to face?”

“You mean now?” Taking a glance outside the window, Nola noticed that it was late. She wasn’t sure if the metro was still running at this hour.

“Or else!”

“Please tell me the address, Nola replied politely, totally unlike the girl who Elvis met. Leaning against the chair, Elvis enjoyed the night view of the city through the floor–to–ceiling window in his office. Under his slender fingers, it was Nola’s document that Damion had just sorted out.

“Where are you?”

Thinking for a moment. Nola told Elvis to meet at a bus stop near Linda’s house. She couldn’t tell Elvis that she was staying at her friend’s

After hanging up the phone, Nola was still in a daze. She looked at the flow of traffic and lights outside for a while before she came back to her senses. She grabbed a coat and walked out in a flurry.

A silver–gray McLaren stopped by her side. Nola was stunned for a second because the car was different from the one she had taken last time. Elvis lowered the window and glanced at Nola. Only then did Nola come back from her daze. She got into the car at the fastest speed under the amazed gaze of passersby.

Without saying anything. Elvis stepped on the accelerator and drove forward. Nola’s every pore strained. She was even more nervous than she felt when she met him for the first time. She sat straight and dared not to see him.

steps. She thought, “The restaurant

you stop?”

“Huh?”

sat down, Elvis

Grayson, what

yet,” Elvis chimed in. Nola glanced at her watch. It was past nine o’clock. She didn’t expect a CEO would

finished the dinner without saying anything. Though she had had a dinner, she didn’t have the

the

herself that she wasn’t having dinner, but was money. How she wished that Elvis could convert the price into

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Chapter 9

finished his food. Nola’s heart began to pound wildly again. She was like a criminal waiting fo her final sentence. Every second was like a century to her. Being stared at by Elvis, Nola

did it

Elvis looked at Nola’s

embarrassed. She thought, “I was doing my best to please

awkward smile and explained, “You know, it’s cold. People need more calories to resist the

Excuse me?

excuse. If his memory served, Nola was 24 years old. How could her

to raise me.” Nola’s patience had completely run out. She would rather Elvis tum her down directly. It

days. Hearing that he had finally come to the point, Nola cheered up. She

my grandma. It

down at herself, thinking, “My merits are so clear. You don’t

and dress up out of style, you are kind of a clever girl. Your mere request is to send

As for your

finished her words, Elvis handed the document to her. Looking at the overwritten paper, Nola was stunned

“It’s…”