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

and lowered his long body and whispered into her ears.

a sigh of relief and was happy that nothing had really

bent more further and asked. “Are you still…a

too straightforward. Olive had

little intimate, they were

immediately covered her eyes with her hands, “I

You guys

opened her fingers and peeped secretly

which was a bit reddish, and his heroic eyebrows

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

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

still very young. But Elvis was twenty

and mature.

warm breath flow across her body, sending cold shivers

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

took a bite and chewed

smoothie and made him

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

cleanliness addiction. He never shared a spoon or glass.

had quickly left to get him

up straight. His face ached

glass and drank

butler was surprised at Elvis’s action. Old Mrs Samantha nodded in

was over seventy. She did like Olive. And

destined for each other.

soon be

squealed like a child.

held the glass of smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether

not.

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

eating? Go on

it would be them

your meal. I’ll give you another

Samantha added.

sandwich and emptied her

eat anymore.

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naive

Olive, “Olly, do you want to

want to

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