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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 you

in his black outfit. His expression was unapologetic and stern.

about Olive and grandma, how are they?”

making dessert. They had baked a cake.” Maria replied

glanced at the door of his bedroom which was closed. He knew that live such a good girl

Maria added,

you got married sir, I can attest to grandma being much more

into the kitchen and took out the dessert that Olive had made. It was a

But she went to

and

is it yummy?” Mrs. Maria

and muttered,

very

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yellow lamp. A slender

and squatted on one knee. He stretched out his hands and caressed her

was soft, and her

and his thin lips rested on her forehead, as he placed soft kisses

knew that once he answered the call, that he

all his ego and pride.

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

pressed his head into

if you can’t cure me, what will

wanted always slipped through my fingers like fine sand. You’re just twenty, and you’re still growing. In the future, you

thus she couldn’t

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