Will You Marry Me My Ex-Wife - Season 1 Episode 70

Elvis is here
Olive returned to North’s apartment. North was on her phone, she called out to Olive
who was watching the TV and said.
“Olive, Gwen just made a post online, do you wanna take a look?”
“Let me take a look.” Olive leaned over and took her phone from the center table and
turned on her WiFi. She went online and the first post that appeared was that of Gwen.
“Olive wants to enter into the Ivory Council without a college degree. Lol.” Olive read
out with a scoff.
Although Gwen did not have a top–notch traffic like Pamela, but as an upcoming
actress, her post quickly trended.
The comments flowed in.
“The important thing is that our lovely Pamela has been accepted into the Ivory
Council.”
“Let’s discuss it rationally, Olive is nineteen years old, it’ll take her about eight years to
graduate from medical school, she’ll be atleast twenty–seven years old by then.”
“Lol, that’s funny.”
“Why don’t we all make a bet to see if Olive can enter the Ivory Council.”
When Olive clicked on her homepage, she was shocked. Her eight hundred thousand
followers had grown to eight million.
North snapped her fingers and said,
“Don’t be too happy, most of your fans are your enemies. Go check the trending search
for yourself. The netizens are smashing you. They’re betting on you to lose.”
North raised her eyebrows.
“Olive, you’re a celebrity now.”
Olive went through her timeline, only then did she realize that North had also posted.
North had openly sided with Olive and had formed a tug–of–war with Pamela.
On the internet, North’s and Pamela’s fans engaged on an endless banter.
Olive hugged North’s slender arm and rubbed it coquettishly.
“North, you’re the best for me. You always stand by my side unconditionally. It us
against the world.”
“I don’t care about the society. All I know is that we’ll be friends forever.”
Olive was amused so she laughed. North pushed her and whispered,
“Olive, it seems that it’s really difficult to get into the council. Is it that difficult? If you
have any difficulties, let me know and I’ll help you find a way.”
Olive pursed her lips and said in a serious tone,
“North, don’t worry, just wait and see them cover their faces in shame.”
After their discussion, Olive went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Olive walked out of the bathroom and North said to her,
“Olive, this account, is it your grandma’s account?” North shoved her phone into Olive’s
face.
Olive saw that the entire internet users were bashing and slandering her. But grandma’s
account was the only
account aside from North, who took out time to banter with those who slandered Olive.
“Olive, this lady is amazing. Who wouldn’t want a fan like this?” North teased with an
envious frown.
Olive didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She really didn’t expect that Elvis’s grandma
would stand up that way to support her.
“Qlive, I’m going to take a shower. Take care of yourself.” North walked into the
bathroom.
Soon, the doorbell rang, and someone was at the door.
Olive grabbed a black fringed scarf and draped it over her body, before proceeding over
to the door.
The was a tall and handsome figure by the door. Elvis had come.
Elvis had just returned from the company. He was wearing a thin black coat with a white
shirt and tie underneath. He looked younger and more handsome than in suit. His outfit
dripped of elegance and wealth.
Elvis fixated on her. Her beautiful face was covered with a mask, her eyes were clear,
and she wore a pair of pink flipflops on her feet. She looked very homey, yet pretty.
“Olive, I came to see you.”
“You’ve seen me, you can go home now.” Olive made to close the door, but he was
even faster. He bent his knee against the door.
“Wait a minute, I got something for you.”
Elvis handed over the bag that he was holding to her. Inside was a cake from the store
she liked.
Olive hesitated for a moment, then muttered,
“Thank you Mr. Augustine.”
Elvis gently pulled her into his arms. His strong arms wrapped around her waist. He
actually carried her.
Olive blushed and quickly smashed her fist on his chest and hammered,
“Mr. Augustine, put me down!”
“No more trouble, okay?” He whispered into her ears, and dropped her slowly.
Olive’s body went mute when she stared at his handsome face. He looked very fierce
and severe.
Olive grabbed his neck and dared to say,
“What can you do if I make more trouble?”
Elvis stared at her with a gloomy expression. His lips arched in a smirked.
“If you make anymore trouble, I’ll hit you.”
“Hit me? Try it and see if I won’t sue you for domestic violence.”
Elvis’s right hand slid down and spanked her a*s.