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

the cake shop along with her best friend Pearl

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

how true is

I witnessed

man.”

a gigolo is quite expensive though, and Olive

she get the money to hire

that everything are in classes. Some gigolos who are handsome

dollars. But those who

costly though.”

a cake.” A deep charismatic

voice was

turned their gazes to the direction

by the counter.

He was incredibly gorgeous.

was already fascinated, she quietly

man just lovely?”

such a handsome man. The best combination

and wealth. But Elvis’s elegance made

heart racing. Pearl whispered again. “Do you

handsome as this man?”

glared at Pearl, “For a poor

gigolo she hired must be fat and ugly. If she ever

I’ll definitely call her

the gigolo Olive

man before her.

have already bought the last cake. Today’s

out. You can come back early

cake was

pounded faster. She quickly stepped forward and looked ecstatically

you wanna buy a cake? I can give you my

on my

love with Elvis, hence she didn’t hesitate to take

initiative.

high level girl. She was young and

her. But with Elvis, she had let go of her pride like a hot

He took out his black and gold card and

manager. “Then

overtime to

store manager glanced at the card.

well–known surname in Los

another second before the manager could guess the identity of