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.

stopped beside her. He tucked his long

and whispered into her

was happy that

more further and asked. “Are you still…a

way too straightforward. Olive had

posture was a little intimate, they were like lovebirds

eyes with

guys can

fingers and peeped

a bit reddish,

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

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

was twenty seven

and mature.

flow across her body, sending

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

a bite and chewed

of smoothie and

stood close by immediately shouted, “Young mistress, that’s your

He never shared a spoon

had quickly left to get

Elvis stood up straight. His face ached in

glass and drank half

at Elvis’s action. Old

seventy. She did like Olive. And

destined for each other.

great–grandson will soon be

squealed like a child.

glass of smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether to drink from

not.

sat on the seat beside her. He looked at her with concern and

eating? Go

drinking form it would be them

have your meal.

Samantha added.

of her sandwich and

eat anymore.

Η

at her cute and naive look, a sweet chuckle

Old Mrs Samantha asked Olive, “Olly, do

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

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