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 lowered his long body and whispered into her ears.

of relief and was happy that nothing had really happened. But

further and asked.

too straightforward. Olive

posture was a little intimate, they were

Samantha immediately covered her eyes with her hands, “I saw nothing. I

guys can

slightly opened her fingers and peeped

earlobe which was a bit reddish, and his heroic

charm of a mature man. “Your twentieth birthday

old. You’ve never

But Elvis was

and mature.

his warm breath flow across her body,

Here have some.” Olive turned and fed him the

a bite and chewed

her glass of smoothie and made him

by immediately shouted,

addiction. He never shared

to get

up straight. His face ached in a frown. He

glass and drank

action. Old Mrs Samantha nodded

Olive.

destined for each other.

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

squealed like a child.

held the glass of smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether to drink from it

not.

her. He looked at

Go

form it would be

have your meal. I’ll give you

Samantha added.

sandwich and emptied her glass. “I’m full

eat anymore.

Η

at her cute and naive look, a sweet chuckle

Olive, “Olly,

grandma. I want

should visit your parents. Elvis, how about