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.

this moment. Elvis stopped beside her. He

long body and whispered into

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

he bent more further and asked.

question was way too straightforward. Olive

they were like lovebirds whispering

with her hands, “I saw nothing. I

You guys can

fingers and peeped

earlobe which was a bit reddish, and his heroic

a

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

still very young. But Elvis was

and mature.

breath flow across her body, sending cold shivers down

Olive turned and fed him

a bite and chewed

glass of smoothie

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

cleanliness addiction. He never shared a

quickly left to get him

straight. His face ached in a frown.

drank half of

action. Old Mrs Samantha

seventy. She did like Olive. And

destined for each other.

great–grandson will soon

squealed like a child.

in her hands. Contemplating whether to drink

not.

He looked at her with concern and

Go on

her, drinking form it

and 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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and naive

Olive, “Olly, do you want to go

nodded, “Yes grandma. I want to

You should visit your parents. Elvis, how about