The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 4

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.

beside her. He

his long body and whispered into her ears. “I

breath a sigh of relief and was happy that nothing

bent more further and asked.

was way too straightforward. Olive had

little intimate, they were like lovebirds whispering

with her hands,

You guys

fingers and peeped secretly

earlobe which was a bit reddish, and his heroic eyebrows

charm of a

arrive. You’re nineteen years old. You’ve never had sex with

Elvis was twenty seven years

and mature.

across her body, sending cold

you wanna eat? Here have some.” Olive turned and fed

took a bite

of smoothie and made

immediately shouted, “Young mistress,

a strict cleanliness addiction. He never shared a spoon or

to get him

up straight. His face ached in a frown.

glass and drank

Elvis’s action. Old

She did like Olive. And was convinced that Elvis

destined for each other.

like my great–grandson will soon be in

squealed like a child.

smoothie in her hands.

not.

seat beside her. He looked at her with concern

Go on

form it would

your meal. I’ll

Samantha added.

her sandwich and

eat anymore.

Η

at her cute and naive look,

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

I want to go

You should visit your parents. Elvis, how

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