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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.

back so late? Do you want me to make

black outfit. His

how are they?” He

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

was closed. He knew that live such

Maria added,

is really nice and fun to be around. She always comes up with new ideas to make the old lady happy. Since you got married sir, I can attest to grandma being much more happier. By the way, grandma and Olive left

that Olive had made. It was a cupcake with

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

spoon and

yummy?”

nodded and

it’s very

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in. A dim light shone from the yellow lamp.

squatted on one knee. He stretched out his hands

was soft, and her skin smooth

on her forehead, as he placed soft kisses

he knew that once he answered the call, that he was

Elvis lost all

want you to know my dark past. As a husband, I hope that you can always

pressed his head into her

I know that I’m sick, but if you can’t cure

growing up, I had no one teach me what trust meant. Everything I wanted always slipped through my fingers like fine sand. You’re just twenty, and you’re still growing. In

she couldn’t

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