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.

Elvis stopped beside her. He tucked his long

and lowered his long body and whispered into her ears. “I did

a sigh of relief and was happy that

he bent more further and asked.

way too straightforward. Olive

posture was a little intimate, they were like lovebirds whispering to each

Samantha immediately covered her eyes with

You guys can

fingers and peeped secretly

gazed at Olive’s earlobe which was a bit

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

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

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

and mature.

her body, sending cold shivers down her

some.” Olive

a bite and

her glass of smoothie and made him drink from

by immediately shouted, “Young mistress, that’s

addiction. He never shared a

had quickly left to get

up straight. His face ached in a frown.

drank half of the

at Elvis’s action. Old Mrs Samantha nodded in

over seventy. She did like Olive. And was convinced that Elvis and her

destined for each other.

looks like my great–grandson will soon be

squealed like a child.

smoothie in her hands. Contemplating

not.

sat on the seat beside her. He looked

Go on

drinking form it would be them

Olly, go ahead and have your meal. I’ll give

Samantha added.

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

eat anymore.

Η

her cute and naive look,

asked Olive, “Olly, do you

nodded, “Yes grandma. I want

should visit your parents. Elvis, how about you take Olly to