The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 7 Feeding You, My Mrs. Augustine.

His gaze on her lips was already hinting on something. He implied that the best way to

thank a man was to blow a kiss.

Olive heart skipped a beat. Her earlobe had already turned red. “I don’t understand.”

She turned and focused her gaze on the scenery outside the window in a bid to ignore

him.

Elvis looked at her and knew she was avoiding him. She had a smart, agile and

independent personality.

The car halted at the traffic light. Olive sighted the most famous cake shop in Los

Angeles.

“Want some cakes?” Elvis’s low pitched voice sounded in her ear.

Her eyes revealed a bit of sentimentality, she said softly. “My mother used to take me to

there to buy cakes.”

Elvis turned the steering and stopped on the side of the road. “If you want some. Let’s

go get it.”

The cake shop was a big time brand in Los Angeles. It was especially popular in the

circle of celebrities. It was sold in limited quantities each day.

Olive had had a liking for cakes since she was a child. Her mother frequent brought her

here to purchase them. It was the best time in her memory.

It’s been ten years since Olive had been here. Her eyes itched and tears had welled up

in it. She didn’t want Elvis to see her cry, so she said to him. “Ill be at the washroom.”

Elvis stared at her as she exited the car. He had just seen her cry. She was still very

tender at heart.

He opened the car door and walked into the cake’s shop. Coincidentally, Gabriella was

shop along with her

“Gabriella, you said just now that, that your half–sister, Olive

young gigolo, how

it’s true. I witnessed it myself. She was dropped off by

man.”

expensive though, and

get the money to hire one from?”

that everything are in classes. Some gigolos

a thousand dollars. But those who aren’t, it wouldn’t

costly though.”

need a cake.” A deep

was

their gazes to the direction where the voice came

counter.

He was incredibly gorgeous.

fascinated, she quietly pulled Gabriella’s

man just lovely?”

man.

to be power and wealth. But Elvis’s elegance made

racing. Pearl whispered again. “Do you think Olive’s gigolo

handsome as this man?”

talking about!” Gabriella glared at Pearl,

must be fat and ugly. If

definitely

that the gigolo Olive hired was up to the

man before her.

sir, the two young ladies have already bought the last

out. You can come back early tomorrow.”

last cake was

faster. She quickly stepped

buy a cake? I can give you my cake, but you

on my social

with Elvis, hence

initiative.

was a high level girl. She was young and beautiful, and there were lots

after her. But with Elvis, she had let go of her

took out his black and

store manager. “Then ask

overtime to make me

store manager glanced at the card. The word ‘Augustine‘

was a well–known surname in

second before the manager could guess the