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

trousers and lowered his long body and whispered into

of relief and was happy that nothing had

he bent more further and asked.

was way too straightforward. Olive

posture was a little intimate, they were

covered her eyes with

guys

slightly opened her fingers and

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

the evil charm of a mature man.

old. You’ve never

still very young. But Elvis was twenty seven

and mature.

felt his warm breath flow across her

you wanna eat? Here have some.” Olive turned

a bite

of smoothie and made him drink from

by immediately shouted, “Young mistress, that’s

cleanliness addiction. He never

to get him

stood up straight. His face

glass and drank half of

surprised at Elvis’s action. Old Mrs Samantha

over seventy. She did like Olive. And

destined for each other.

will soon be in Olive’s

squealed like a child.

in her hands. Contemplating whether

not.

her. He looked at her with concern

Go on and

form it would be

meal. I’ll

Samantha added.

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

eat anymore.

Η

at her cute and naive look,

breakfast, Old Mrs Samantha asked Olive, “Olly, do you

I want to go to

You should visit your parents. Elvis, how