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.

her. He

and whispered into her

of relief and was happy that nothing had really happened.

he bent more further and

Olive had never been in

a little intimate, they were like lovebirds whispering to

eyes with her hands, “I

guys

slightly opened her fingers and peeped secretly at

at Olive’s earlobe which was a

the evil charm of a mature man. “Your twentieth

arrive. You’re nineteen years old. You’ve never had sex with a

Elvis was twenty seven years old. He

and mature.

across her body,

you wanna eat? Here have some.” Olive turned and fed

took a bite and

glass of smoothie and

stood close by immediately shouted,

cleanliness addiction. He never shared a

quickly left to get him

eyelash shivered. Elvis stood up straight. His face ached in a

glass and drank

surprised at Elvis’s action. Old Mrs

was over seventy. She did like Olive. And was convinced that Elvis

destined for each other.

great–grandson will soon be in Olive’s stomach.”

squealed like a child.

in her

not.

the seat beside her. He looked at her with concern and

eating? Go

form it would

have your meal. I’ll give you another glass later.” Old

Samantha added.

and

eat anymore.

Η

and naive look, a sweet chuckle escaped

breakfast, Old Mrs Samantha asked Olive, “Olly, do you want to go

“Yes grandma. I want to go to

You should visit your parents. Elvis, how