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.

beside her. He

trousers and lowered his long body and whispered into her ears.

was happy that nothing had really happened.

he bent more further and asked.

straightforward. Olive had never been in

posture was a little intimate, they were like

eyes with her hands, “I saw

You guys

opened her fingers and peeped secretly at

was a

evil charm of a mature man. “Your twentieth birthday is

old. You’ve never had sex with

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

and mature.

across her body, sending cold shivers down

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

bite and

smoothie

stood close by immediately shouted, “Young mistress,

addiction. He never shared a spoon or

left to

His face ached in

and drank

surprised at Elvis’s action.

She did like Olive. And was convinced that

destined for each other.

looks like my great–grandson will soon be in Olive’s stomach.”

squealed like a child.

the glass of smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether to

not.

on the seat beside her. He looked at her

Go

form it would be them

go ahead and have your meal. I’ll give you another glass

Samantha added.

quickly ate half of her sandwich and emptied her

eat anymore.

Η

at her cute and naive

Olive, “Olly, do you want to

I want to

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