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 tucked his

trousers and lowered his long body and whispered into her

sigh of relief and was

more further and asked. “Are

was way too straightforward. Olive had never been in

posture was a little intimate, they were like lovebirds whispering to each

immediately covered her eyes with her hands, “I

guys

opened her fingers and peeped secretly at

gazed at Olive’s earlobe which was a bit

of a mature man. “Your twentieth birthday

old. You’ve never had

very young. But Elvis was twenty seven years old. He

and mature.

across her body, sending

eat? Here have some.” Olive turned and fed him the pastrami

a bite

of smoothie and made him drink

stood close by immediately shouted, “Young mistress,

addiction. He

quickly left to

straight. His face ached

and drank half of the

Elvis’s action. Old Mrs Samantha nodded

seventy. She did like Olive.

destined for each other.

soon be in Olive’s stomach.” Mrs

squealed like a child.

of smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether to

not.

sat on the seat beside her. He looked at her with concern and said.

Go

her, drinking form it would

go ahead and have your meal.

Samantha added.

sandwich and emptied her

eat anymore.

Η

at her cute and naive look, a sweet

“Olly, do you want to

nodded, “Yes grandma. I want to go to my parent’s

your parents. Elvis, how about you take Olly to