Chapter 436 Olive belongs to Elvis
Standing on the stage, Olive was a little overwhelmed by the outstanding talent ready to go on a rampage. She doesn’t like to bring her private life on stage. At this moment, Elvis’ familiar voice rang in her ears, “Professor Hart, do you have a boyfriend?”
Olive lifted her head, her shining eyes fixed on Elvis. He is sitting in the highest position now, with his white square scarf folded in the pocket of his black suit, and his long, proud legs folded elegantly and dignified. His whole body, his every movement exudes the charm of a mature man, like a magnet that makes people unable to take their eyes off him.
He casually called her Professor Hart. She didn’t know why the ‘Professor Hart’ from his mouth always made her feel that he was teasing her.
He even asked her in public if she had a boyfriend.
The audience’s eyes “swept” and gathered, along with gossip. After all, the relationship between Elvis and Olive had made entertainment headlines and sparked hot spots.
Olive slowly raised her red lips, she nodded to everyone’s eyes, “Yep, I have a boyfriend.”
“Oh no!”
Those brilliant people wept together. Who? Who took their girl away?
A soft ripple quickly appeared in Elvis’ deep narrow eyes, he continued to ask, “So is your boyfriend here?”
Olive looked at him. “Yeah-”
“So have you talked to your boyfriend yet?”
“Yes, I have”
“What have you just said?”
Olive thought for a moment, and replied, “He asked me if I talked to my boyfriend, and I said yes to him-”
Elvis raised his heroic eyebrows, thin lips drawing a seductive and cheerful are. She finally gave him an identity.
Whispers sounded.
The audience gasped, just now they were caught off guard by a romantic scene. Olive and Elvis have just publicly confessed their feelings for each other!
Why?
Those outstanding talents got negative 10,000 points. They felt that they were being cuck olded, the girl they love was embraced by Elvis!
The academic forum ended successfully, and the news of Elvis and Olive openly confessing quickly became the top trending search, followed by a hot search.
Olive came down to the stage, Academic Dic kson took her to talk to some of the directors of the neurology department. When the conversation ended, everyone laughed,
“Academic D ickson, you quickly let her go. President Augustine has been waiting there for a long time.”
“Olive, you are now a golden flower in our medical industry. There are many talented people in the
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medical field, but you have been picked up by Mr. Augustine, an aristocrat in the business world.”
“We the older ones should be more fashionable and give the younger ones more time for dating and romance. Olive, you can go.”
Olive raised her eyes and saw Elvis in front of her. There were a few people around Elvis. She didn’t know what they were talking about. Elvis showed no interest, his deep narrow eyes fixed on her. beautiful hand-sized face.
Olive felt sweetness inside as if she had eaten a piece of honey. This is love, isn’t it?
Seeing that Olive was absent-minded, Academic D ickson coughed, “Olive, then you go first.”
Olive shyly waved her small hand, “Master, goodbye.”
Olive actually left.
Academic D ickson clicked his lips. It’s good to be young.
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Elvis carried Olive out of the hall of the academic forum, and he draped his beige coat over Olive’s shiny shoulders.
Olive said, “I’ll do it myself.”
“Don’t move.” Elvis suddenly grabbed her collar and pulled her forward, and when she fell, he bent his head to kiss her red lips.
Now Olive’s slender body is wrapped in a coat, her small face is forced to look up, her slender eyelashes trembling, “What’s wrong with you?”
Elvis’ low voice was filled with magnetism, and he whispered to her: “I wanted to kiss you just now. Don’t move, stand and kiss me for a moment.”
He kissed deeper.
Olive didn’t expect him to kiss her when they were out in the hall. Now his big hand wraps around the back of her head, holding her tight and asking her to kiss him. Olive’s slender fingers curled slightly, she was defeated by his domineering power.
At this point, Elvis slowly let go of her, but his nose still touched her delicate and soft skin. Their breaths intertwine, “Olive, I want to confirm. You’re mine now, aren’t you?”
Olive’s pretty little face blushed, she nodded quickly: “Yeah, I’m yours. Olive belongs to Elvis.”
Elvis hastily lowered his beautiful eyes, his protruding apple rolling up and down. He said, “I’m yours, too. Elvis belongs to Olive.”
Olive lifted her red lips and smiled sweetly.
“My little girlfriend, do you have time tonight? I want to invite you to a candlelight dinner.” Elvis invites.
Olive suddenly remembered something, hastily refusing, “Tonight I can’t. I promised Grandma that I would come back early to practice with her.”
Elvis let go of her, feeling a little disappointed and jealous. She studied medicine during the day, stayed with his grandmother at night, and didn’t have time to pamper him.
Elvis stretched out his strong arms to hug her, he felt himself having to fight for some rights. A crying baby would get milk. He said, “I need you to practice with me, too. I will come to your room to find you in the evening.”
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Olive: Dream on!
Elvis took Olive back to The Red Villa, then he drove to the company. Dr. Kellerman was waiting for him in the president’s office.
Elvis lay down on the rattan chair again, and Dr. Kellerman asked: “President Augustine, are you ready? Now we’re going to start recovering the second half of the memory, it’s too late for you to stop now.”
Elvis closed his eyes, parted his thin lips, and said, “Let’s begin.”
He wants to recover all his memories. 1le wants to know all the stories about him and Olive.
The hypnosis officially began, and Elvis had another long dream.
If last time his dream was sweet, this time it was painful.
All the scenes from the past flashed in his mind. He dreamed of a very unbearable self. His sleep disorder had become extremely had, he became extreme, irritable, gloomy, suspicious, and bloodthirsty. He held Olive tightly in his hand, but she still slipped through his fingers like fine sand.
The image was frozen in the last scene, in that small mountain village, he carefully held three bird eggs to give her, but she ruthlessly smashed the bird’s nest in his hand.
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