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 tucked his long

his long body and whispered into

of relief and was happy that

more further and asked.

too straightforward. Olive had never

little intimate, they were like lovebirds whispering to

her eyes with her hands, “I saw nothing.

You guys can

her fingers and

gazed at Olive’s earlobe which was a bit reddish, and his heroic eyebrows

showing the evil charm of a

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

was still very young. But Elvis was twenty seven years

and mature.

warm breath flow across her body, sending

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

a bite and chewed

of smoothie and made

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

cleanliness addiction. He never shared a spoon or

left to

shivered. Elvis stood up straight. His face ached in a frown. He

and drank half

action. Old Mrs

over seventy. She did like Olive. And was convinced that Elvis and

destined for each other.

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

squealed like a child.

glass of smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether to

not.

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

eating? Go on

it would be them indirectly

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

Samantha added.

quickly ate half of her sandwich and emptied her glass. “I’m full Grandma. I

eat anymore.

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stared at her cute and naive look, a sweet chuckle escaped his

asked Olive, “Olly, do you want to go

grandma. I want to go to

that’s right. You should visit your parents. Elvis,