When Love Becomes a Thing of the Past (Zoey) novel Chapter 25

Chapter 5 Give Her To Another Man 

Elvis had scented all kinds of perfumes on women. The smell of artificial spices left him 

disgusted. 

But Olive scented really good. 

Elvis unfastened her seat belt and asked in a low voice, “What perfume did you sprinkle?” 

Olive shook her head, “I didn’t use any perfume.” 

“Then why do you scent so good?” Elvis looked up, but he was stunned for a second. His lips had gently touched her round reddish lips. 

Olive’s body trembled. It was first kiss! 

This man is too dangerous. 

Nonetheless, she is determined to swiftly complete her own objectives and then break free 

from her role as his wife. 

Elvis backed away. He glanced at her red lips and said, “I’m sorry, bu 

me back.” 

should let you kiss 

Olive looked at him, “Definitely not!” 

A magnetic and pleasant laughter rolled out of his throat. 

Olive opened the passenger door, “I’ll go ahead.” 

“My name is Elvis Augustine.” 

live nodded. At the moment, she really didn’t care about his name. She just wanted to see her grandfather. 

Thank you Mr. Augustine, I’ll go ahead. Olive waved her small hand to Elvis from outside 

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the car.” 

Olive was wearing a red crop top. When she was waved her hand, the top jumped up, revealing her small waist. 

“I have a meeting later. I’ll pick you up, once I’m done.” 

“No need…” Olive muttered, but Elvis had already sped off. 

Gabriella stood by her window side and watched Olive. She shook her head disappointedly. 

“Olive just got married last night, and today she’s already hooked up with another man.” 

The luxurious car had caught her attention. How could the wild man that Olive hooked up 

with drive such? 

Gabriella convinced herself that she had indeed thought wrong. She rubbed her eyes and 

looked again, but the car had already left. 

She quickly ran downstairs and met Olive. She let out a loud laughter, “Olive, who was that man that just dropped you off a moment ago? I didn’t expect you to be so lonely to the point 

of getting a young gigolo!” 

“A young gigolo?” 

“Elvis Augustine? 

Elvis perfectly crafted handsome face had appeared in Olive’s mind, as well as his mature 

and restrained style. 

“Where’s grandpa? I want to see him.” Olive bypassed Gabriella and went upstairs. 

Upstairs, Old Mr. Hart laid on the bed. He had been in coma for over ten years. 

In the Hart’s family, apart from Olive’s mother, Old Mr. Hart was the only person who loved Olive. 

Ten years ago when she was just nine, her mother was diagnosed with a certain sickness and had passed away. One day, she woke to finding herself on the upper side of the 

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staircase, and Old Mr. Hart had already rolled down and crashed to the ground, drenching in a pool of blood. At the time, her father, Patrick and servants had arrived the scene, and no matter how she claimed that she had nothing to do with it, no one seemed to believe her. 

Patrick had found a fortune teller. The fortune teller claimed she was a disaster. 

Hence the reason why Patrick had sent her to orphanage. And hadn’t cared about her since then. 

It was after her mother’s death that Olive realized that her father had been cheating on her for a long time with Monica. And she had given birth to two daughters for him, one was 

even older than Olive. 

Olive checked old Mr. Hart’s pulse, then took out a silver needed and stabbed it into his arm. 

After putting away the needles, Olive covered the old man with a blanket and said softly, “Grandfather, don’t worry, I’ll definitely cure you, soon you’ll wake up.” 

In the kitchen. 

Gabriella met Monica standing over the oven, she wore a thick kitchen gloves. 

“Mom, do you know what just happened? Olive was dropped off by a man. The man’s Olive’s gigolo!” 

Monica turned surprisingly and stared at Gabriella, “Olive is actually keeping a gigolo? How 

shameless of her!” 

“What are you baking mum?” Gabriella inquired when the oven had started to beep, alerting them that whatsoever was in there was done and needed to be taken out. 

“It’s a pizza. For olive.” Monica replied and took out the tray of hot pizza out of the oven. 

“What? Mom, did I just hear you right?” 

Monica took out a knife from the kitchen’s cabinet, she sliced out a portion and placed it in the white breakable plate that she held. 

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