Chapter 715

"I'm Olivia, and you're Jeremy," Olivia said.

"You got the wrong guy. I'm not Jeremy. Get out." Alvin ripped off his gold-rimmed glasses, his long lashes twitching with pain.

Olivia blinked, then sighed. "You are Jeremy. You lost your memory. I heard Loren call you Alvin; maybe that's your nickname."

"I said get out. Don't come near me or do anything."

Alvin shot her a frosty look, and Olivia was floored by how cold his eyes were.

'Didn't he lose his memory? Why does he seem like a different person?' Olivia thought.

Jeremy wasn't usually this cold.

"Jeremy, I seriously think you might have a split personality now. Do you know who you look like right now?" Olivia said.

He squinted at her, his eyes tinged with red.

Olivia pouted. "You look just like that jerk Lawrence. You hang out with him all the time. Maybe you've picked up his bad vibes."

"Who's Lawrence?" he asked, still icy.

Olivia waved her hand in front of his face. "So you really don't remember anyone?"

Seeing his cold and distrustful demeanor, Olivia's last hope shattered.

Jeremy used to be so close to her, and now she felt a weird sense of loss.

No time to explain, she anxiously tried to help him up.

"While they're all asleep, Jeremy, come with me quickly. I need to get you out of here. We can't stay locked up. You live in New York City. If you stay here, your memory won't come back until we get back to New York City Your best friend Lawrence is waiting for you to uncover the truth and take down that bad guy Mars. Everyone's worried about you. And the doctors Loren found can't cure you. For the poison, I think Winnie can help. She's a great doctor. You should let her treat you when we get back," Olivia said nonstop.

Jeremy threw her to the ground without listening.

"How dare you! Do I know you?" Alvin stood up, his towering figure casting a shadow like a mountain. "Don't touch me. Don't court death."

His coldness suddenly made Olivia realize how strong he was; his skills had always been impressive.

Most importantly, he might really be a stranger to her now.

She fell hard, her butt hurting, feeling both wronged and angry. "Jeremy, why? I came to rescue you, and you don't even say thanks. Instead, you push me. Jerk! I fell when I climbed out of the cell, my back is killing me. Who am I doing this for?"

Alvin ignored her, took a few steps away, his back taut as if he was holding something back. He threatened hoarsely, "Do you want me to call someone to throw you out?"

He walked towards the door, really about to call someone.

Olivia's eyes widened, no time to cry, she jumped up and lunged at him. "Shut up."

She covered his thin lips with her small hand, clinging to him like an octopus. "Don't call anyone to catch me."

"Get off me!" Alvin exclaimed.

"I won't!" Olivia shouted back.

"Damn broad, I do not wish to repeat myself," Alvin growled.

"I think you go dumb with your memory lost. Can't you tell good people from bad? I look cute, right? Could I be a bad person? Look, look closely."

Olivia angrily shoved her face against his, her lips brushing against Alvin's mouth and neck in the chaotic struggle.

The veins on his neck, already tense, bulged out.

"Get off me."

"So what if I don't? I'll even wiggle." She was furious, rubbing and pressing against him to make him mad, too.

Suddenly, her waist was grabbed.

Alvin spat a mouthful of blood near her ear.

They rolled over quickly.

It took Olivia a while to react, reaching out to touch him in confusion. "Jeremy, Jeremy, what's wrong?"

He suppressed a low gasp, irritably throwing her off.

Alvin got up, pacing the room, then rushed to the desk, grabbed the glass of watter on it to drink desperately. His hands were shaking, his breathing hot, making Olivia feel like the room's temperature was rising.

"Hey, don't scare me. Are you having a poison attack?" Olivia said and ran over in a panic.

He drank up the water, crushed the bottle, and stumbled, knocking over the desk.

"Jeremy?" Olivia was terrified, her eyes red, reaching out to support him, only to find his body temperature was extremely high, like a furnace.

"Oh my God, why are you so feverish? What kind of poison is this, so aggressive? You're burning up. What should I do? There's cold water in the bathroom."

Olivia, both distraught and powerless, dragged him to the bathroom, endeavoring to remove his clothes. "Take off your shirt first, and your pants as well. You'll overheat if you don't cool down quickly."

"Don't touch me." His hoarse voice was deep and restrained.

At that time, Olivia didn't realize how much he was holding back.

She didn't understand what was happening, pushing him into the bathroom, making him lean against the wall. With his height, she had to stand on tiptoe to help him undress, her mind in chaos. "Should I call a doctor for you? But if I call, I'll be caught, and Loren might kill me. No, but I don't know medicine, how can I help you? Damn, I should have learned some first aid from Winnie. Now I don't know how to bleed you, and why are your pants so hard to take off?"

Olivia cried in frustration, making it even harder to see his zipper and belt, pulling and pressing randomly. Suddenly, Alvin's body tensed, like a dam breaking, releasing a terrifying force.

When Olivia realized something was wrong, she looked up in confusion, and her chin was grabbed by a large hand.

Jeremy had trained in combat, his thumb calloused, rough against her soft skin, the sensation and force shocking Olivia into silence. She cried in fear, panicking. "What are you doing?"

Alvin didn't answer, with his sharp eyes seemingly lifeless.

"Jeremy." Olivia called in a mournful voice, repeatedly. "Jeremy, don't be like this. Damn it, what's going on? Why aren't you moving? Are you uncomfortable? Then get in the water to cool down. Stop squeezing me, my jaw is going to break." She exclaimed and felt herself being lifted by him, terrified, her fists pounding his chest.