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.

this moment. Elvis stopped beside her. He tucked his

body and whispered into her ears. “I did

sigh of relief and was happy that nothing had

further and asked. “Are you still…a

too straightforward. Olive

intimate, they were like lovebirds whispering to each

immediately covered her eyes with her hands, “I saw

You guys can

slightly opened her fingers and peeped secretly at

earlobe which was a

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

old. You’ve

was

and mature.

felt his warm breath flow across her body, sending cold

Olive

bite and chewed

her glass of smoothie

close by immediately shouted,

strict cleanliness addiction. He never shared a

had quickly left to

His face ached in

drank half of

surprised at Elvis’s action. Old Mrs

seventy. She did like Olive. And was convinced that

destined for each other.

looks like my great–grandson will soon

squealed like a child.

her hands.

not.

the seat beside her. He looked at her with concern

Go on

her, drinking form it would be

and have your meal. I’ll give you another

Samantha added.

quickly ate half of her sandwich and emptied

eat anymore.

Η

cute and naive look,

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

grandma. I want to go to my parent’s

parents. Elvis, how about you take Olly