When Love Becomes a Thing of the Past (Zoey) novel Chapter 75

Chapter 55

Chapter 55 Gift Him A Belt

Old Mrs. Sandwich came out of the kitchen.

“Elvis, Olly, dinner’s ready. Elvis? What the heck are you doing? Put Olive down

quickly.” The old lady was about to

chase Elvis, but he had already carried Olive into the room and closed the door.

In the room.

Olive didn’t expect him to hug her again. She just wanted to hide and scare him.

“Mr. Augustine, put me down. I have something to tell you.” Olive muttered quickly.

Elvis’s eyes were filled with a warm and doting smile.

“Mrs. Augustine, I do not want to listen to now, unless you wanna tell me that you

missed me.”

“Mr. Augustine, put me down. I bought you a present.” Olive muttered.

Elvis raised his eyebrows and said with interest,

“Really?”

Olive jumped out from his arms which had now loosened.

Elvis’s back was leaning against the door. He had just taken off his suit jacket. He was

wearing a white shirt and buisness vest. His waist and long legs could be compared to

those of international stage models.

Elvis’s gaze followed Olive’s figure. She was wearing a small white lace dress with

flowers.

Elvis rolled his Adam’s apple and pulled the tie around his neck.

When Olive looked back, she met his gaze. He stared at her from the crown of her hair

to the sole of her feet. He licked his lower lips and tuck his left hand into his trouser.

Olive opened the beautiful box and handed him the belt that she had chosen.

“Hey, Mr. Augustine, this is for you.”

Elvis glanced at it. It was a black leather belt. It was simple yet classy. It was his usual

style.

Elvis reached out to pick it up. Olive wanted to withdraw her hand, but Elvis was faster

than her and she fell directly into his embrace.

“Mr. Augustine?” Olive asked with questioning eyes and swiftly stood up.

Elvis held onto both of her hands and placed then on the belt around his waist.

“Open it. I’ll wear your gift now.”

Elvis really was domineering, he didn’t even show his liking for the gift that she had

bought.

Olive obediently helped him open the belt. His low and magnetic laughter sounded

above her head.

“The last time, you couldn’t open this. This time you could, I’m really teaching you things

that you didn’t understand.”

Olive raised her eyes and glared at him,

“Mr. Augustine, you’re lecherous.

Elvis liked it whenever she was upset. Her clear eyes were often bright and extremely