Oliver swallowed hollowly. He felt his heart beating so fast that he was afraid Carla could hear it.
Automatically, Oliver's hands reached into his shorts to correct his own position, which had become upright and made it difficult for him to move.
As time went on, Oliver leaned lower and lower until his face was now so close to Carla's groin that it faintly gave off a faint scent.
Oliver began to catch his breath, and his saliva production increased sharply.
And suddenly...
"Cough!" Oliver choked on his own saliva and coughed loudly.
'Damn! There's nothing that can stop people from enjoying themselves!' Oliver cursed to himself.
Carla staggered awake and was shocked to find Oliver bent over between her legs.
Oliver was equally surprised. He was so shocked that he froze, unable to move his body at all.
And it was Carla who got over her shock first.
"What are you doing?" Carla shouted harshly as she brought her legs together, covering her groin with her right palm.
At the same time, Carla rose to her feet and slapped Oliver on the cheek with her left hand.
The left-handed slap landed heavily on Oliver's right temple. He instantly snapped out of his stupor and rolled to the side.
But apparently, Oliver's misfortune didn't stop there. Because a moment later, Carla pushed Oliver's back with the soles of her feet with such force that Oliver rolled off the bed.
"Arggghhh."
Oliver groaned in pain as he rubbed his tailbone, which hurt from hitting the floor.
Carla poked his head up from the bed, grinning with satisfaction at Oliver, who was curled up on the floor like a cockroach.
"Tonight, you sleep on the floor! That's your punishment for daring to mess with me!"
Carla was furious. Her voice sounded fierce. She then threw the pillow and blanket violently at Oliver.
After a while, when Carla calmed down, Oliver spread his arms and legs wide. The coldness of the marble floor pierced his body. He sat up and spread out his blanket to use as a sleeping pad.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his misfortune tonight. He glimpsed the narrow slit in Carla's groin again. Unconsciously, he giggled to himself.
When Oliver was in trouble, and there was nothing he could do about it, he would laugh.
Laughed at his bad luck. So as not to seem too pathetic.
"What are you laughing at?" Carla's face suddenly reappeared from the bed.
"It's okay. Hehe," Oliver said, scratching his head.
"You're crazy, aren't you?"
"Yes. How do you know?" A big grin now spread across Oliver's face.
"Huhh. Called crazy and proud. How dare you!"
"I am indeed crazy. Crazy about you."
Oliver was indeed nosy. Even at times like this, he still managed to flirt with his wife. But it was all in vain. Because it seemed Carla had been completely blinded by hatred. In her eyes, Oliver's flirting was not interesting at all.
"Crisp!" Carla snapped as she pulled herself up and lay back down on the bed.
"Don't forget to come to my office tomorrow with your application letter!" she said a moment later, with a snarl.
"Yes. I remember. I'm just crazy, not senile," Oliver replied teasingly.
He waited for a moment in case Carla responded to his joke. But what he was waiting for did not appear. The room remained silent. Only the mechanical hum of the air-conditioning machine could be heard.
Oliver repositioned his head on the pillow. He was now staring at the ceiling of the room.
'It's okay, Carla. I will endure all of this. I'm already sincere. This was my intention from the beginning,' Oliver whispered softly to himself.
He smiled for a moment, but then the image of Ellen came to his mind, and he became morose.
Ellen's death to protect him had left a deep wound in Oliver's heart. Until finally, he decided to step down from the position of leader of the legendary Golden Dragon Clan.
Although many people regretted Oliver's decision, Oliver's determination did not waver at all.
In the five years leading the Red Dragon Clan, Oliver not only managed to increase the clan's assets many times over but also managed to make the Red Dragon Clan a clan that was feared by opponents and loved by the wider community because it often held charity and social service events.
As the clan leader, Oliver was not only good at fighting but also good in the economic field. But anything related to the Red Dragon Clan was a thing of the past for Oliver. He had let it all go.
The only thing Oliver wanted now was to return the favor to Ellen and live a peaceful life as an ordinary human.
The next day, as planned, Oliver went to the company where Carla worked.
The main hall of the building was already packed with job applicants when Oliver arrived. He wandered around the hall and discovered that the vacancies were not just for security. There were other positions that were much more interesting!
He sat down in one of the empty seats and went through his files again. Some of the young men standing in a group next to Oliver seemed to be gossiping excitedly.
"Are you sure you don't want to choose another department?" said one of the men clustered near Oliver's seat.
"Nope. I've made up my mind. The PR department is a fixed price," said another man.
"You got caught. Just trying to get close to Bella, right?"
"Hehe."
"Bella is so good."
"Her front bumper makes me always feel thirsty."
"Isn't it heavy, does she carry two watermelons every day? Hahaha..."
"Hahaha..."
The voices from the group of men also reached Oliver's ears. He became curious. The men were so enamored with Bella because of the size of her breasts, which were said to be jumbo.
Oliver was busy imagining how big Bella's assets were. He wanted to prove it with his own eyes.
Oliver rose to his feet away from the crowd and read through the list of current job openings, hoping there would be a vacancy in the PR department. And sure enough. One of the vacancies was for a PR manager.
Emboldened by the gossip of the men who adored Bella, Oliver decided to apply for the position of PR Department Manager.
'Bella... Bella... I wonder what you're like,' he thought, smiling.
Not long after, a woman with an above-average size chest entered the hall. Instantly, all the attention of the men in the hall was drawn to the woman with 40 size breasts. The room was suddenly silent. It was obvious that all the men had been waiting for this woman to appear.
She walked across the hall and stopped right in front of the job board, where Oliver was standing alone.
Inevitably, Oliver's eyes were drawn to the woman's breasts, which stood out like two watermelons hidden under a shirt.
'Bella', Oliver read the name text pinned on the woman's left breast.
'Crazy! So big!" Oliver whispered to himself.
Instantly his mind drifted far into the sky. He imagined how delicious it would be if he could rest his head or bury his face between the two mounds on Bella's chest.
Meanwhile, Bella herself looked as if she didn't care. She seemed to be used to this kind of reaction from the people around her.
Bella opened the folder in her hand and glanced around.
"Those who want to apply for the position of Public Relations Manager, please fill out this form," Bella said, breaking the silence.
The men immediately scrambled over to Bella to pick up the application form. It was ridiculous.
Oliver himself chose to wait until the hubbub died down. Only then did he come forward and take the form from Bella's folder.
Despite taking the form last, Oliver was the first to return the completed form to Bella.
"This is it, ma'am," Oliver said, holding out the form to Bella.
"Please gather here. And wait for your name to be called."
Oliver deliberately lingered as he placed the form in front of Bella so that he could get a closer look at Bella's chest.
Bella realized this and was disgusted. She looked back at Oliver, who, on this occasion, was only wearing his usual white and black suit that he often wore for various purposes.
Bella's face scrunched up as if she was looking at a pile of feces in an outhouse.
"Just put it there, Sir! Don't take too long!" she scolded when she saw that Oliver hadn't moved from in front of her.
"I ... yes, ma'am," Oliver stammered in shock like a thief caught red-handed.
The men, who had started gathering their forms, laughed at this. They gossiped about Oliver, calling him a dirty brain, even though they were thinking the same thing about Bella.
Quickly, Oliver turned his face to the side. He deliberately put on an innocent face. He was actually quite annoyed by the behavior of the people who were laughing at him, but he couldn't show his fierce look at the moment. If he did, the atmosphere in this room would instantly turn tense.
Bella clicked her tongue, impatient. She grabbed Oliver's form and read it.
"Huh? Didn't you fill out the form wrong?" asked Bella with a contemptuous look at Oliver.
"What's wrong, ma'am?" Oliver said in surprise. He thought he had filled out the form correctly.
"Are you applying to be Manager of the Public Relations Department?"
"Yes."
"It's better not to, Sir! Instead of just embarrassing yourself later!"
Bella glanced at Oliver's shoes, which were already a little dull.
"What do you mean, ma'am?"
"I've been working here for years. I know that people like you should apply to be security guards or sweepers!" Bella snorted as she tossed Oliver's form onto the pile.
Continued....