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.

He tucked his long hands into

his long body and whispered into her ears.

a sigh of relief and was

bent more further and asked. “Are

was way too straightforward. Olive

posture was a little intimate, they

Mrs Samantha immediately covered her eyes with

You guys can

opened her fingers and peeped secretly at

at Olive’s earlobe which was a bit reddish,

a mature

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

very young. But Elvis was

and mature.

across her body, sending cold

have some.” Olive turned and fed

took a bite

of smoothie and made him drink

stood close by immediately shouted, “Young

addiction. He never shared a spoon

quickly left to

stood up straight. His face ached in

and drank half

at Elvis’s action. Old

seventy. She did like Olive. And was

destined for each other.

like my great–grandson will soon be in

squealed like a child.

smoothie in her

not.

her. He looked at

eating? Go on and

it

Olly, go ahead and have your meal. I’ll give you another glass

Samantha added.

her sandwich and emptied her

eat anymore.

Η

at her cute and naive look, a sweet chuckle escaped his

Olive, “Olly, do you want to go out

nodded, “Yes grandma. I want to

your parents. Elvis, how about you take