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

lowered his long body and whispered into her ears.

and was happy that nothing had

further and asked. “Are

too straightforward. Olive had never been

posture was a little intimate, they were like lovebirds

Samantha immediately covered her eyes with her

guys

Samantha slightly opened her fingers and peeped secretly at

gazed at Olive’s earlobe which was a bit

showing the evil charm of a mature man. “Your twentieth

nineteen years old. You’ve never had sex

very young. But Elvis was twenty seven

and mature.

flow across her

eat? Here have some.” Olive turned and

took a bite

her glass of smoothie and

immediately shouted, “Young mistress, that’s

had a strict cleanliness addiction. He never shared a spoon

quickly left to

His face ached in a frown. He

drank half

butler was surprised at Elvis’s action. Old

did like Olive.

destined for each other.

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

squealed like a child.

her hands. Contemplating whether to drink

not.

beside her. He looked at her

eating? Go on

it would

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

Samantha added.

sandwich and emptied her glass. “I’m full

eat anymore.

Η

her cute and naive look, a sweet chuckle

Mrs Samantha asked Olive, “Olly, do you want to go

I want to

your parents. Elvis, how about you take