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.

He tucked

and whispered into

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

bent more further and asked.

was way too straightforward. Olive had never been

posture was a little intimate, they were like lovebirds whispering

eyes with her hands, “I saw

You guys can

Samantha slightly opened her fingers and peeped secretly at

which was a

a mature

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

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

and mature.

warm breath flow across her body, sending

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

a bite

her glass of smoothie

immediately shouted, “Young

cleanliness addiction. He never shared a spoon

quickly left to get him a

Elvis stood up straight. His face

and drank half of the

action.

seventy. She did like Olive. And was convinced that Elvis

destined for each other.

looks like my great–grandson will soon be

squealed like a child.

the glass of smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether to

not.

He looked at

Go on

drinking form it would be them indirectly

meal. I’ll give you another glass

Samantha added.

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

eat anymore.

Η

at her cute and naive look, a sweet chuckle escaped

Samantha asked Olive, “Olly, do you want to

I want to go to my parent’s

your parents. Elvis, how about you take Olly to