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 her

of relief and was happy that nothing had

bent more further and asked. “Are you still…a

was way too straightforward. Olive had never

intimate, they were like lovebirds whispering

Samantha immediately covered her eyes with her hands, “I saw nothing.

guys

slightly opened her fingers and peeped secretly at

was a bit reddish, and

evil charm of a mature man. “Your

You’ve never had sex with

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

and mature.

his warm breath flow across her body, sending cold shivers

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

a bite and chewed

glass of smoothie and made

immediately shouted, “Young mistress, that’s your

a strict cleanliness addiction. He never shared a spoon

left to get him a

up straight. His face ached in a frown.

and drank

Elvis’s action.

seventy. She did like Olive. And was

destined for each other.

my great–grandson will soon

squealed like a child.

smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether to drink from it

not.

her. He looked

Go

drinking form it would be

your meal. I’ll give you another

Samantha added.

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

eat anymore.

Η

her cute and naive look,

Olive, “Olly, do you want to go

I want

that’s right. You should visit your parents. Elvis, how about you