The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 4 Feed him with a spoon

Elvis’s finger halted. He stared at the Olive who had already fallen asleep.

He glanced at her neck and sighted a visible mark. Her skin was fragile.

Elvis turned around and returned to the sofa.

His sleep disorder was getting worse by the day. It definitely was not something her

silver needles could cure. However, she was skilled in medicine. Just now, he really did

take a nap on her.

Elvis gaze was focused on her slender figure on the bed. He wondered how she could

be so tiny and soft.

The following morning. Olive sat in the dining room, she was eating a pastrami

sandwich and a glass of smoothie laid on her table.

“Olly, I liked you as soon as I saw you. If ever Elvis dares to bully you, tell grandma,

grandma will help you beat him up.” Old Mrs Samantha teased with a smile on her face.

“Don’t stop Olly, drink some more smoothie.” Old Mrs Samantha beckoned.

“I will grandma.” Olive replied and drank from her glass.

“Good morning young master.” The maids voice sounded.

Elvis descended the stairs without responding to them.

Olive raised her eyes and stared at him. Elvis was clothed in a white shirt and black

trousers. Every step he took was magnetic. He was indeed alluring.

Behind him, an older nanny came down holding a piece of white beddings in her hands.

There was some blood stains on it.

She walked up to Olive and said. “Congratulations madam.”

When Olive saw it, she had questions in her mind. Because she was certain that she

and Elvis had done nothing the previous night.

Elvis stopped beside her. He tucked his

and whispered

a sigh of relief and was happy that nothing had really happened.

bent more further and asked. “Are

way too straightforward. Olive had never

was a little intimate, they were like lovebirds

with her hands, “I saw nothing. I

You guys

her fingers and peeped

at Olive’s earlobe which was a bit reddish, and

of a mature man. “Your

You’re nineteen years old. You’ve never had

still very young. But Elvis was twenty seven years

and mature.

flow across her body, sending cold shivers down her

some.” Olive

a bite

her glass of smoothie and made him

butler who stood close by immediately shouted, “Young mistress,

addiction. He never shared a spoon or

quickly left to get

stood up straight. His face ached

drank half

butler was surprised at Elvis’s action. Old Mrs Samantha nodded

seventy. She did like Olive. And was convinced that

destined for each other.

my great–grandson will soon

squealed like a child.

the glass of smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether to drink

not.

the seat beside her. He looked at her

eating? Go

form it would

have your meal.

Samantha added.

ate half of her sandwich and emptied her glass. “I’m full Grandma. I

eat anymore.

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cute and naive

Samantha asked Olive, “Olly, do you want to

want to go to my

parents. Elvis, how about you take Olly