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 the

and whispered into her

relief and was happy

more further

way too straightforward. Olive had never

posture was a little intimate, they were like

Mrs Samantha immediately covered her eyes with her hands, “I saw

guys can

her fingers and peeped secretly

a bit reddish, and his

the evil charm of a mature man.

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

was twenty seven years old.

and mature.

her body,

some.” Olive turned and fed him the

a bite and chewed

her glass of smoothie and made him drink

who stood close by immediately shouted, “Young mistress,

cleanliness addiction. He

to get

shivered. Elvis stood up straight. His face ached in a frown.

glass and drank

Elvis’s action.

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

destined for each other.

great–grandson will soon be in Olive’s

squealed like a child.

smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether to drink from it

not.

looked at her with concern

eating? Go on and

her, drinking form it would be them indirectly

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

Samantha added.

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

eat anymore.

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at her cute and naive look, a sweet chuckle escaped his

“Olly, do you want to go

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

parents. Elvis, how about you take