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.

stopped beside her. He tucked his long hands into

and whispered into her ears. “I did

of relief and was happy that

he bent more further and asked.

straightforward. Olive had never

a little intimate, they were like lovebirds whispering

eyes with her hands, “I

You guys

Samantha slightly opened her fingers and peeped

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

raised, showing the evil charm of a mature man. “Your twentieth birthday

You’re nineteen years old. You’ve

Elvis was twenty seven

and mature.

her body, sending

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

a bite

took her glass of smoothie and made him drink from

butler who stood close by immediately shouted, “Young

a strict cleanliness addiction. He never shared a spoon or

had quickly left to get

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

and drank

surprised at Elvis’s action. Old

Olive. And was convinced that Elvis

destined for each other.

will soon

squealed like a child.

the glass of smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether to

not.

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

eating? Go

drinking form it would

and have your meal. I’ll give you another

Samantha added.

and

eat anymore.

Η

stared at her cute and naive look, a sweet chuckle

Olive, “Olly, do you want to

I want to go to my

right. You should visit your parents. Elvis, how about you take Olly to