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.

He tucked his long hands into the pocket

and lowered his long body and

sigh of relief and was happy that nothing had really happened.

done, he bent more further and asked.

was way too straightforward. Olive had never been in

they

Mrs Samantha immediately covered her eyes with her

You guys

fingers and

a bit

of a mature man. “Your twentieth birthday is

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

still very young. But Elvis was twenty

and mature.

his warm breath flow across her body,

have some.” Olive

a bite and

took her glass of smoothie and made him drink

close by immediately shouted, “Young mistress,

cleanliness addiction. He never shared a spoon or glass.

to get

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

glass and drank half of

surprised at Elvis’s action. Old Mrs Samantha nodded

like Olive.

destined for each other.

soon be in Olive’s stomach.” Mrs

squealed like a child.

of smoothie in her hands. Contemplating whether

not.

beside her. He looked at her with

Go

form it would be them indirectly

go ahead and have your meal. I’ll

Samantha added.

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

eat anymore.

Η

her cute and naive look, a sweet chuckle

Mrs Samantha asked Olive, “Olly, do you want

“Yes grandma. I want to

your parents. Elvis, how about you take Olly to