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Chapter 885 Sweet Postscript (End)

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Olive was busy day after day, but she greatly reduced her dinner parties, especially the opportunity to

interact with those young men. She avoided them as much as possible.

The domineering chairman of the family was jealous, which was truly… the sweetest burden.

Elvis’s health has improved. When he went to check, the darkness in his heart had disappeared and he

automatically recovered.

One day, olive was studying the latest medical reports in her room when Elvis opened the door and

walked in.

She quickly covered her small face with a book, a look of panic on her face. She exclaimed, “Ah, who

are you? Why did you break into my room?”

Elvis looked at her dejectedly.

“Don’t come here!” Olive stood up and ran to the corner of the room, curled up and squatted down. She

wore a wide necked white sweater, her small bare shoulders were lazy, and her long black hair was as

smooth and soft as ever. She looked at him warily with her clear bright eyes, “Don’t covet my beauty.

I… I already have a husband!”

Elvis stood at the door for a moment, hands in his pockets, then turned and left.

Olive looked at his sturdy back and pouted her red lips. Mr. Augustine really broke the atmosphere.

She wanted to call him to stop.

But the next second, what did she see?

Elvis turned around and went in, then closed the door, raised his long fingers, started unbuttoning his

shirt, and approached her.

Olive’s curled eyelashes trembled and she was stunned, “You… you, you, you… what do you want to

do?”

He walked over, squatted on his knees, and reached out to cover her face. He said, “Very good. Young

woman, you have successfully caught my attention!”

“Hurry up. My wife will be back soon!”

Mr. Augustine is a big bad wolf!

Their life was full of honey, as Elvis once said that every day with her was like being in love.

The second birthmark was thrilling

For the past two days, Olive has felt less hungry and tired. As a doctor, she felt her heart heating very

strongly.

She checked her own pulse. She wondered if it was because she’d been so tired lately, her pulse was

a bit strange.

To be on the safe side, she still plans to go to the hospital tomorrow for a pregnancy blood test.

At night, Olive had a nightmare,

She gave birth to Nathan, Roman, and Hailey on her own in Visionary. At that time, Mr. Augustine

wasn’t by her side, and she was in pain and scared but she had to be strong.

Olive opened her eyes, found her face wet, and cried.

It was late, she was still lying in Elvis’s arms, his strong arm under her head. He was hugging her

tightly.

At this moment, Olive let go of the weakness in her heart, entered his warm arms, and buried her tear-

stained face in his arms.

His body heat and scent made her feel safe.

Elvis quickly regained consciousness: “Olive, what’s wrong?”

He raised his big hand to touch her small face and felt tears on his hand.

Elvis panicked, quickly turned on the table lamp, put his big hand through her black hair, lifted her small

tear-filled face, and urgently asked: “What’s wrong, did you have a nightmare? Don’t be afraid. Tell me.”

Olive grabbed his pajamas, her mind suffocating. She said, “Mr. Augustine, I seem to be pregnant and

have nightmares… I don’t want to have another child. One birth is enough…

Regarding the issue of having a second birth, she has yet to talk to him. Elvis is a good father, hist

financial ability allows him to do so, and they are still young so having more kids is okay.

However, she didn’t want to have children anymore.

“So that’s it…” Elvis curled his thin lips, “Okay, Olive. We won’t have any more babies.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Early the next morning. Elvis and Olive took a pregnancy test, the test results showed that she wasn’t

pregnant.

Olive happily walked out but couldn’t find Elvis.

She looked around and saw Elvis coming out of the operating room.

“Mr. Augustine, why did you go into the operating room?”

At this moment, the doctor walked out and said, “Prof. Hart, Mr. Augustine just had a ligation

operation.”

Ligation operation?

Once a man is sterilized, he will no longer be able to have children.

Olive looked at Elvis in surprise.

He put his arm around her shiny shoulder, holding her all the way home. He whispered: “Olive, we

won’t have any more children, and you are my treasure.”

Finally, love sang.

A very bad thing happened the night before the wedding, an infectious disease suddenly appeared in

District Fort, infecting many people in just one night.

Olive received the news immediately and quickly rushed to District l’ort.

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The entire electronics area began to be closed and quarantined. Between Olive and Elvis, all contact

was cut off.

It is now the middle of winter. Heavy snowfall clogged roads, various difficulties led to severe shortages

of medical supplies, and alarm lines kept ringing.

Soon this difficulty was resolved, and a large amount of medical supplies were transported by air, on

which a large inscription “Augustine” was engraved.

Olive looked at the word “Augustine” and stroked it over and over with her soft fingers. Her heart

softened.

“Professor Hart, it’s time to go.”

“Okay.” Olive withdrew her gaze, turned and strode forward

Before long, Olive collapsed from exhaustion. Due to her daily high-pressure work and direct contact

with infected patients, she had a mild fever so she was very likely to be infected.

Olive rejected everyone and began isolating herself.

She was lying on the hospital bed, asleep when she felt the door being pushed open and someone

entered.

Olive opened her eyes and saw a tall and noble figure.

Elvis came.

He wore a white isolation suit, his eyebrows lowered, and looked at her tenderly.

Olive’s pupils shrank. Why is he here?

This is the ward!

Once in, he would likely get infected!

Olive opened her mouth to speak, wanted to scold him loudly, wanted him to leave immediately.

But the next second, Elvis reached out to remove the oxygen mask from her face, then leaned over

and gently kissed her red lips,

“Shh, don’t talk. You’re not Professor Hart, you’re my Olive. I just let them borrow you for a while, now I

want you back.”

Fortunately, Olive wasn’t infected but collapsed from exhaustion.

Resting for a while, Olive continued working. Elvis was outside delivering supplies.

When it was all over, it was the spring of the new year, the door slammed open, Olive took off her

protective mask and walked out.

At this time, the sky was blue, the sun was shining, there were people outside, full of joy in surviving

the disaster.

In the crowd, Olive glanced at that familiar figure.

Elvis stood there, never absent.

Today he wears a thin black wool coat. The golden sunlight covered his body with a brilliant layer of

gold. He gently looked at her and smiled, then slowly opened his strong arms towards her: “Mrs.

Augustine, welcome home.”

Olive ran over and threw herself into his arms.

His kiss brought tears to her eyes.

There are many beauties in the world but she is the only one who captures his heart and its love.

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At this moment, the tears when he kissed her were the last love song.

She was waiting for the wind.

He was waiting for her.

She gave herself to him.