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

said just now that,

gigolo, how true is

I witnessed it myself. She was dropped

man.”

a gigolo is quite expensive though, and Olive just

she get the money to hire one from?”

in classes. Some gigolos who

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

costly though.”

a cake.” A

was way too

their gazes to the direction where the voice

standing by the counter. He was tall

He was incredibly gorgeous.

she quietly pulled Gabriella’s sleeve, “Gabriella,

man just lovely?”

had never seen such a handsome man. The best combination for

to be power and wealth. But Elvis’s

heart racing. Pearl whispered again. “Do you think

handsome as this man?”

glared

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

definitely call her

believe that the gigolo Olive

man before her.

ladies have already bought the last cake. Today’s cake

back early

cake was

faster. She quickly stepped

cake? I can give you my cake, but you have

on my social

with Elvis, hence she didn’t hesitate

initiative.

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

with Elvis, she had let go of her pride

He took out his black

the store manager.

work overtime to make

the card. The word ‘Augustine‘

a well–known

didn’t take another second before the manager could guess the