When Love Becomes a Thing of the Past (Zoey) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 100

Chapter 100 Mrs. Augustine is so sweet

Patrick had never thought of going over to the Red Villa to see his so called son–in–law.

The Red Villa was located in the deserted part of the city.

Patrick hastily said,

“Pamela, I won’t go. I heard he’s ill. In a month or two he might pass away. I won’t go.”

Pamela only wanted Olive’s husband to surface in the midst of her cheating scandal.

She was certain that the whole. issue will be blown out of proportion if Olive’s husband

made an appearance.

“Dad, I don’t know how Olive met President Augustine. But a man as president

Augustine, won’t marry Olive even if she divorces her husband.”

“Of course he won’t marry her. What chances does Olive has? Pamela, it’s you that the

president will marry.” Patrick quickly showed his loyalty.

“Dad, don’t worry, I’m determined to be Elvis’s wife. But I need your help, in two days, I

want you to go the Red Villa and visit your son–in–law. I want you to inform him about

the relationship between president Augustine and Olive. Although he has no power to

do anything, the noise he’ll generate will help us in tarnishing Olive’s reputation before

Elvis.” Pamela explained.

Patrick nodded. His hopes for the rest of his life depended on Pamela.

“It’s fine my child. Dad will listen to you, as long as you can marry into the Augustine

family.”

Pamela sneered and muttered inwardly,

“Olive, if you weren’t married, I could have been afraid that you would take Elvis away

from me. But you’re already married, can you really win this battle?”

The CEO’s office was dark and quiet as the wind surged outside.

Olive entered the lounge. The lounge was large and exquisite.

Elvis took a cold shower and came out of the bathroom. Olive who had already taken

her bath, laid on his bed.

When she saw him walk out of the bathroom. She adjusted, creating a space for him.

Elvis lifted the quilt and laid on the bed. The sheet that was wrapped around Olive’s

chest was pulled down. He smiled and said,

“Why are you so shy? You want to give me the illusion that you’re not wearing any

clothes under the quilt. Olive stared at him, as though she wanted slapping him across

his face.

Once the quilt was pulled down, Elvis realized that she wearing his black shirt. Her

mask had been taken off, and her hair was wrapped in a ponytail.

Elvis lowered his head and asked,

“Can I kiss you?”

Olive sensed lús repented spirit. Previously, he would have kissed her without her

permission.

Olive grabbed the quilt and covered her lips, she shook her head and said,

“No.”

“Nevermind.” Elvis muttered. He straightened up and laid properly.