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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.

late? Do you want me to

still clothed in his black outfit. His expression was unapologetic

grandma, how are they?”

had joined grandma in making

bedroom which was closed. He knew that

Maria added,

make the old lady happy. Since you got married sir,

walked into the kitchen and took out the dessert that Olive had

But she went to the kitchen and brought him the cakes that

spoon and took a bite.

it yummy?” Mrs. Maria inquired.

and muttered,

it’s very

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open the bedroom door and walked in. A dim light shone from the yellow lamp. A slender figure curled

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

face was soft, and her skin smooth

thin lips rested on her forehead, as he

had deliberately not answered. For he knew that once he answered the call, that he was bound to rush home

lost all

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

his head into her hair

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

trust, but 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 the future, you will meet more

fallen asleep, thus she couldn’t give

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