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Chapter 885 Sweet Postscript (End)

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Olive was busy day after day, but she greatly reduced her dinner parties, especially the opportunity to interact with those young men. She avoided them as much as possible.

The domineering chairman of the family was jealous, which was truly… the sweetest burden.

Elvis’s health has improved. When he went to check, the darkness in his heart had disappeared and he automatically recovered.

One day, olive was studying the latest medical reports in her room when Elvis opened the door and walked in.

She quickly covered her small face with a book, a look of panic on her face. She exclaimed, “Ah, who are you? Why did you break into my room?”

Elvis looked at her dejectedly.

“Don’t come here!” Olive stood up and ran to the corner of the room, curled up and squatted down. She wore a wide necked white sweater, her small bare shoulders were lazy, and her long black hair was as smooth and soft as ever. She looked at him warily with her clear bright eyes, “Don’t covet my beauty. I… I already have a husband!”

Elvis stood at the door for a moment, hands in his pockets, then turned and left.

Olive looked at his sturdy back and pouted her red lips. Mr. Augustine really broke the atmosphere.

She wanted to call him to stop.

But the next second, what did she see?

Elvis turned around and went in, then closed the door, raised his long fingers, started unbuttoning his shirt, and approached her.

Olive’s curled eyelashes trembled and she was stunned, “You… you, you, you… what do you want to do?”

He walked over, squatted on his knees, and reached out to cover her face. He said, “Very good. Young woman, you have successfully caught my attention!”

“Hurry up. My wife will be back soon!”

Mr. Augustine is a big bad wolf!

Their life was full of honey, as Elvis once said that every day with her was like being in love.

The second birthmark was thrilling

For the past two days, Olive has felt less hungry and tired. As a doctor, she felt her heart heating very strongly.

She checked her own pulse. She wondered if it was because she’d been so tired lately, her pulse was a bit strange.

the safe side, she still plans to go to the hospital tomorrow for a pregnancy

night, Olive had

Mr. Augustine wasn’t by her side, and she

opened her eyes, found her face

in Elvis’s arms, his strong arm under her head. He was hugging her

in her heart, entered his warm arms, and buried

scent

quickly regained consciousness: “Olive, what’s

big hand to touch her small face and felt

through her black hair, lifted her small tear-filled face, and

his pajamas, her mind suffocating. She said, “Mr. Augustine, I seem to be pregnant and have nightmares… I don’t

to him. Elvis is a good father, hist financial ability allows him to do so,

didn’t want to have children

it…” Elvis curled his thin lips, “Okay, Olive.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

the next morning. Elvis and Olive took a pregnancy test, the test results showed that

out but couldn’t

Elvis coming

why did you

moment, the doctor walked out and said, “Prof. Hart, Mr.

Ligation operation?

he will no longer be

looked at Elvis in

arm around her shiny shoulder, holding her all the way home. He whispered: “Olive, we won’t have any more children, and you are my

Finally, love sang.

thing happened the night before the wedding, an infectious disease suddenly appeared in

the news immediately and

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to be closed and quarantined. Between Olive and

was cut off.

now the middle of winter. Heavy snowfall clogged roads, various difficulties led to

supplies were transported by air, on which a large inscription

stroked it over and over with

Hart, it’s time to

gaze,

Olive collapsed from exhaustion. Due to her daily high-pressure work and direct contact with infected patients,

and

when she felt the door being