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

in the cake shop along with

said just now that,

young gigolo, how true

I witnessed it myself.

man.”

expensive though, and Olive just returned from the

to hire

do know that everything are in classes. Some gigolos who

may earn about a thousand dollars. But those

costly though.” Gabriella

A deep charismatic

was

to the direction where the voice

standing by the counter. He was

He was incredibly gorgeous.

already fascinated, she quietly pulled Gabriella’s

man just lovely?”

had never seen such a handsome man. The best

be power and wealth. But Elvis’s elegance made

heart racing. Pearl whispered again. “Do

handsome as this man?”

glared at

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

I’ll definitely

could never believe that the gigolo Olive

man before her.

have already bought the last cake.

You can come back early tomorrow.”

cake was

pounded faster. She quickly

wanna buy a cake? I can give you my cake, but you have to

on my social

fallen in love with Elvis, hence she didn’t hesitate to

initiative.

young and beautiful, and there

let go of

out his black

manager.

overtime to make

the card. The

a well–known surname in Los

didn’t take another second before the manager could