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

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

young gigolo, how true

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

man.”

gigolo is quite expensive though, and Olive just returned from

did she get the money to hire one from?”

are in

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

costly though.” Gabriella

need a cake.” A deep charismatic

was

their gazes to the direction where the voice

was standing by the counter. He was tall

He was incredibly gorgeous.

already fascinated, she quietly pulled Gabriella’s sleeve,

man just lovely?”

a handsome man. The best combination for a man

be power and wealth. But Elvis’s elegance made

racing. Pearl whispered again. “Do you think

handsome as this man?”

are you talking about!” Gabriella glared at Pearl, “For a

gigolo she hired must be fat and ugly. If

definitely call

that the gigolo Olive

man before her.

ladies have

early tomorrow.” The store manager apologized to

was bought

heart pounded faster. She quickly stepped forward and looked

a cake? I can give you my cake,

my

already fallen in love with Elvis,

initiative.

young and beautiful, and there were

let go of her pride

out his black and gold card

store manager. “Then

work overtime to

the card. The word ‘Augustine‘ was written

was a well–known surname in

second before the manager could guess the identity