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 long hands

lowered his long body and

was happy

bent more further and asked. “Are you still…a

was way too straightforward. Olive

intimate, they were like

Mrs Samantha immediately covered her eyes with

guys can

opened her fingers and peeped

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

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

old. You’ve never had sex with a man,

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

and mature.

her body,

you wanna eat? Here have some.” Olive turned

bite and chewed

took her glass of smoothie and made him

close by immediately shouted,

addiction. He

had quickly left to get

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

and drank half of

surprised at Elvis’s action.

like Olive.

destined for each other.

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

squealed like a child.

the glass of smoothie in her hands.

not.

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

Go on and

drinking form it would be

go ahead and have your meal.

Samantha added.

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

eat anymore.

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her cute and naive

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

grandma. I want to go to

that’s right. You should visit your parents. Elvis, how about you