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 hands into

trousers and lowered his long body and whispered into her

relief and was happy that nothing

done, he bent more further and asked.

was way too straightforward. Olive

was a little intimate, they were like lovebirds whispering to

Samantha immediately covered her eyes with her hands, “I saw nothing.

guys can

fingers and peeped secretly at

earlobe which was a bit reddish, and his heroic eyebrows

a mature

You’ve never had sex

But Elvis was

and mature.

flow across her body, sending cold shivers down her

Here have some.” Olive turned and fed

bite

took her glass of smoothie and

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

strict cleanliness addiction. He never shared

quickly left to get

His face ached in a frown. He

glass and drank half of

at Elvis’s action. Old Mrs

did like Olive. And was convinced

destined for each other.

like my great–grandson will soon be in

squealed like a child.

her

not.

her. He looked at

eating? Go on

it would be them indirectly

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

Samantha added.

her sandwich and emptied her glass. “I’m

eat anymore.

Η

and naive look,

Olive, “Olly, do

nodded, “Yes grandma. I want to

parents. Elvis,