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…7 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.
In the house with a lamp, a stove, a bed, and a duvet, it was almost impossible to sleep.
Elvis lay on the bed. Olive tore off his clothes. His back was ripped open, bright red flesh exposed white bones.
There was a strong smell of blood in the air. Olive looked at him. His whole body was shaking. She tore his clothes and used her strength to bandage his wound. She said, “I’m going out to find herbs to stop the bleeding, otherwise you will die while waiting for help.”
She turned to go outside.
At this moment, a large hand reached out, grasping her small hand.
Olive stopped walking and lowered her eyes.
Elvis looked at her, moving his thin pale lips, “Did you… take the opportunity to run away?”
This is a great opportunity. He doesn’t have the strength to catch her, she can leave him and escape on her own.
Olive shook her head, “No.”
She left.
Elvis looked in the direction she disappeared, gently closing his beautiful eyes.
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His body was numb from the dull pain, his consciousness was fading and he felt very cold.
He fell into a coma.
He was dreaming. It was a nightmare.
Derrick Domino took Olive away, and she turned her beautiful face to say goodbye to him, “Mr. Augustine, I’m leaving.”
“Don’t go…”
He reached out to take her hand
But he couldn’t catch it. Olive’s beautiful figure gradually disappeared from his sight.
Don’t go…
Don’t go…
He mumbled in pain.
Not long after, he felt a small hand gently touch his handsome face. He reflexively grabbed that small hand.
He opened his eyes.
Olive.
It was light outside. Still early. Olive changed into peasant clothes, her long hair tied in a low ponytail, her small face as smooth as jade.
Olive took a towel to wipe his sweat, “I have found herbs to stop the bleeding, but the wound needs to be stitched up. My needles have fallen off. Your wound is inflamed and you have a fever. I must go into the tribe to find a doctor for you. You should rest well until I return.”
Olive explained, then put down the towel, turned, and headed for the door.
She is leaving.
She is leaving right now.
There was a thunderclap, and it was raining outside.
Heavy raindrops fell, covering the icy weather with gloom. This is truly a double disaster.
Olive rushed to find a doctor, so she rushed straight into the rain.
Huge raindrops fell on top of her head, soaking her wet.
She struggled to run for a few steps when someone chased her. Her slim waist was held tightly by two strong arms.
It was Elvis.
Elvis ran outside and followed her.
to remove his fi
Olive’s pupils constricted. She quickly reached out to remove his fingers, “Elvis, are you crazy? What are you doing out here?”
Elvis hugged her from behind. He hugged her tightly, burled his head in her rosy neck, and kissed her tender skin, “Olive, don’t go.”
He had a fever, and his head was dizzy and uncomfortable.
Elvis’s body doesn’t get sick easily, but when he’s sick, he just wants to lug Olive and not let her
leave.
Olive cared for his body. She asked, ‘Elvis, let go first!”
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But she underestimated his fighting prowess. Even if he was seriously injured, she couldn’t éscape
him.
Elvis held her close, his pale thin lips lingering on her face, the heavy rain drenching them. He was sick but still clinging to her tightly, “Olive, be good. Don’t leave.”
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