When Love Becomes a Thing of the Past (Zoey) novel Chapter 635

Chapter 615 Olive, don’t go

But the moment he fell, Elvis did his best to slow the impact of the fall.

Olive’s mind was filled with his calm and powerful narrow eyes and his smile. She inhaled, exhaled, and swam vigorously.She swung her arms and legs vigorously, and dashed across the water with a “whoosh”.

Olive swam up.

The moment she breathed in the fresh air, the word “disaster survivor” flooded her mind.

She hasn’t died.She didn’t die.

But…

Olive looked around. It was dark and cold, and there was no one she was looking for.

What about Elvis?.

What about him?

Is he dead?

He was seriously injured and fell into the sea. It was difficult for him to swim up.

Olive quickly dived to the bottom of the sea. She vigorously swam, looking for that tall and handsome figure in the sea.

She searched for a long time, dived up and down but couldn’t find him.

She had no strength.

Her limbs were numb from the cold and she had no strength to search anymore.

She couldn’t find him.

What should she do?

Olive swam up and looked around. All around her was darkness. Her hot tears fell and she bewilderedly called his name, “Elvis, Elvis, where are you? Elvis…”

She said he was annoying.

When she fell off the cliff, he jumped with her.

While she was alive, he disappeared.

She was very scared.

Olive has always lived delicately, intelligently, transparently and calmly. She was rarely scared, but now she is scared, very scared.

“Elvis, where are you…? Elvis… Oh…” She covered her face with her cold hands and cried bitterly.

At this moment, a deep, magnetic voice spoke in her ear, “Why are you crying? I’m not dead yet.”

Olive froze and quickly turned around, Elvis was right in front of her, standing there.

He’s not dead!

Great, he’s not dead!

Olive half crying and laughing. quickly swam forward, her fists punching his sturdy shoulder, “Elvis, you scared the hell out of me… You scared the hell out of me…”

She kept mumbling this sentence, too scared to speak incoherently.

Elvis didn’t dodge, letting her hit him. He looked at her tenderly, a glint of affection in his eyes. Suddenly, he leaned over, resting his head on her fragrant shoulder, breathing softly, “Olive…”

Olive…

He whispered her name in a deep voice, “Olive”.

Olive was stunned.

Elvis’s voice gradually weakened, but Olive could still hear him clearly, as he said, “Olive, why… why did you leave me? What did I do wrong…? Why would you want to love someone else?…”

Olive’s heart seemed to have been pierced by a sharp sword. It pierced her heart and stirred violently, causing her pain.

Elvis reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. In the cold seawater, the girl’s soft body heat gently brushed past. He kissed her hair.

Olive wanted to push him away.

A soft groan rang in her ears, and Elvis’ heroic brows drew together tightly.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Olive put her hand on his back and felt a warm, sticky liquid, and the surrounding seawater had turned red.

He was seriously injured.

They swam to store. After five o’clock in the morning, the sky began to dawn.

There was a dilapidated wooden house in front. Olive pushed open the door and entered.