When Love Becomes a Thing of the Past (Zoey) novel Chapter 220

Chapter 200

Chapter 200 Olive, Let’s Divorce.

Olive didn’t know why he suddenly brought up the topic. But slie was not a child, it was quite obvious that Marvin liked her.

Olive shook her head and denied,

“No, I don’t know.”

Elvis hastily interrupted her.

“Then let me inform you now. Marvin likes you. He had fallen in love with you at first sight in Imperial city two years ago. He came to LA in search of you. He’s been here for over a year. So now you know.”

Olive turned to look at him, and she defended,

“Why are telling me this? I don’t like him!”

Elvis looked ahead of him. He focused on the road, and didn’t utter another word.

They both arrived at the Red Villa and entered into the bedroom.

Elvis whispered,

“Go and take a shower first.”

“Mr. Augustine, I…”

“Go have a shower first, then once you’re done, you say whatsoever you wanna say.” Elvis interrupted her hastily.

His attitude was domineering and tyrannic. Olive grabbed her pyjamas and walked into the bathroom. She took a shower as quickly as possible and then walked out.

Elvis stood beside the window smoking. He was clothed in a black shirt and trousers. He was handsome and matured. Only his fine jawline and knitted eyebrows could be seen, as half of his face was blurred by the smoke.

Olive moved closer to him and hugged him from behind.

“Mr. Augustine, nothing happened between Marvin and I. I really can explain…”

“Are you tired?” Elvis’s cold voice questioned.

“Huh?”

Elvis maintained his position and didn’t turn around.

“I’m asking you, are you tired of being with me? I can lose my temper at any moment, I’m always sick. You really should be tired of all these, right?”

Olive shook her head.

“No, I’m not tired at all.”

“Oh, so you ain’t tired of the constant fights and argument? But I’m tired of everything. Olive, let’s get a divorce.”

Olive raised her hand and touched his face. Content protected by chA-PTêr$f-lōw/cøm.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you.”

Elvis looked at her face, her eyes were watery, but she blinked severally, preventing the tears from falling.

Olive stretched out her arms and wrapped around his waist. She pressed her face on his chest and muttered,

“Mr. Augustine, I’m so cold. Please hug me, okay?”

The cigarette fell from his fingertips, and his two big hands were hanging by his side. He could already feel her cold body temperature.

Elvis raised his hands, but they froze mid–air.

“Mr. Augustine, I’m really not feeling too well, why should we be talking about divorce now? Please just hold me, I’m feeling a little dizzy.” Olive hugged tightly to his waist. But she still didn’t get a response from Elvis.

Olive raised her eyes and looked at him, before she could say another word, he had pushed her away from his arms.

Olive lost her balance and fell on the soft carpet. Once she fell to the ground, she moaned and looked at Elvis.

Elvis stared back at her, his long and narrow eyes were bloodshot. He twitched his lips and his cruel and hoarse voice sounded.

“Reserve a little dignity for yourself, and don’t pester me any further. The divorce papers will arrive soon, endeavor to sign it.”