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.

moment. Elvis stopped beside her. He tucked his long hands into

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

relief and was happy that nothing had

done, he bent more further and asked. “Are

way too straightforward. Olive had never been in

intimate, they were like lovebirds

immediately covered her eyes with her hands,

You guys can

opened her fingers and peeped secretly

a bit reddish, and

of a mature man. “Your twentieth birthday

old. You’ve never had sex

was twenty seven years

and mature.

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

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

bite

of smoothie

close by immediately shouted,

cleanliness addiction. He never

had quickly left to get

up straight. His face ached in a frown. He

and drank half of the

was surprised at Elvis’s action. Old Mrs

was over seventy. She did like Olive. And was convinced

destined for each other.

my great–grandson will soon be

squealed like a child.

the glass of smoothie in her hands.

not.

on the seat beside her. He looked at her with concern and said. “Why did

eating? Go on

her, drinking form it would

and have your meal. I’ll

Samantha added.

quickly ate half of her sandwich and emptied her glass. “I’m

eat anymore.

Η

and naive look, a sweet chuckle

breakfast, Old Mrs Samantha asked Olive, “Olly, do you want to go

nodded, “Yes grandma. I want to go to my

should visit your parents.