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

and lowered his long body and whispered

sigh of relief and was happy that nothing

bent more further

was way too straightforward. Olive

a little intimate, they were like

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

You guys

opened her fingers

earlobe which was a bit reddish, and

raised, showing the evil charm of a

years old. You’ve never

young. But Elvis was

and mature.

flow across her body,

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

bite

smoothie and made him drink from

who stood close by immediately

a strict cleanliness addiction. He never shared a spoon or

left to

Elvis stood up straight. His face ached

and drank

surprised at Elvis’s action. Old

did like Olive. And was convinced that Elvis and her

destined for each other.

will soon be in Olive’s

squealed like a child.

held the glass of smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether to

not.

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

eating? Go on

it would be

go ahead and have your meal. I’ll give

Samantha added.

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

eat anymore.

Η

cute and naive look, a sweet chuckle

Old Mrs Samantha asked Olive, “Olly, do

grandma. I want to go to

your parents. Elvis, how