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

body and whispered into her

relief and was happy that nothing had

bent more further and

was way too straightforward. Olive had never

little intimate, they were like lovebirds whispering to each

her eyes with her hands, “I

You guys

slightly opened her fingers and peeped secretly

earlobe which was a bit

a mature man. “Your twentieth

arrive. You’re nineteen years old. You’ve never

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

and mature.

flow across her body, sending cold shivers down

eat? Here have some.” Olive turned and fed him the pastrami

bite

took her glass of smoothie and made him

immediately shouted,

strict cleanliness addiction. He never shared a

to

Elvis stood up straight. His face ached in

drank half of the

surprised at Elvis’s action. Old Mrs Samantha

She did like Olive. And was convinced

destined for each other.

my great–grandson will soon be in

squealed like a child.

held the glass of smoothie in her

not.

He looked at her with

eating? Go on

her, drinking form it would be them

and have your meal. I’ll

Samantha added.

of her sandwich and emptied

eat anymore.

Η

and naive look, a sweet chuckle escaped

“Olly,

want to go to

You should visit your parents. Elvis, how