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

and lowered his long body and whispered

was happy that nothing

he bent more further and asked.

too straightforward. Olive had never

a little intimate, they were like lovebirds whispering to

eyes with

guys

her fingers and peeped secretly at

Olive’s earlobe which was a

a mature man. “Your twentieth birthday is

You’ve never had sex with a man,

very young. But Elvis was twenty

and mature.

his warm breath flow across her body, sending cold shivers down

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

bite and chewed

took her glass of smoothie and made

by immediately shouted, “Young mistress, that’s your

He never shared a spoon or

quickly left to get him

stood up straight. His face

glass and drank half of

action. Old Mrs

seventy. She did like Olive.

destined for each other.

looks like my great–grandson will soon be in Olive’s

squealed like a child.

in her hands. Contemplating

not.

seat beside her. He looked at her with concern and

eating? Go

form it would be

your meal. I’ll give you another glass later.”

Samantha added.

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

eat anymore.

Η

cute and naive look, a sweet chuckle escaped

asked Olive, “Olly, do you want to

nodded, “Yes grandma. I want to go to my parent’s

visit your parents. Elvis, how