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

cake shop along

pulled Gabriella, “Gabriella, you said just now that, that your

gigolo, how true

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

man.”

quite expensive though, and Olive just returned

money to

know that everything are in classes. Some gigolos

a thousand dollars. But those who aren’t,

though.” Gabriella

need a cake.” A deep charismatic

voice was way

their gazes to the direction where the

counter.

He was incredibly gorgeous.

was already fascinated, she quietly pulled Gabriella’s sleeve, “Gabriella, isn’t

man just lovely?”

never seen such a handsome man. The

But Elvis’s elegance made

felt her heart racing. Pearl whispered again. “Do you think

handsome as this man?”

you talking about!” Gabriella glared

she hired must be fat

definitely

that the gigolo Olive hired was up to the standard of

man before her.

have

out. You can come back early tomorrow.” The

cake was

heart pounded faster. She quickly

I can give you my

on my

Elvis,

initiative.

was young and beautiful, and there were lots of

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

paid zero attention to her. He took out his black and gold card and handed it

manager. “Then

work overtime to

glanced at the card. The word ‘Augustine‘ was

a well–known

second before the manager could guess the identity of