The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 197 The Second Poison Test

Olive had returned to the Red Villa. In order not to make Mrs. Samantha worry, she chitchatted with the old lady for a while before returning to the bedroom.

It was already very late, and Elvis still hadn’t returned.

Was he really not coming back tonight?

Olive didn’t want to believe that he had gone out to find a beautiful woman. She took out her phone and dialed Elvis’s number, but she couldn’t get through to him.

Olive made several consecutive calls, but he still couldn’t get connected to him.

Olive tossed and turned on the bed. Thinking of how Elvis was bullied and locked up in the mental hospital, Olive swore to find a cure for his sickness at all cost!

Her blood test results were to be out the following day, and she had concluded on carrying out another test.

With her mind being occupied with a lot things, Olive hastily fell asleep.

After some time, a luxurious car slowly parked in the lawn of the Red Villa. Elvis had gotten a new car, although it was still Rolls–Royce Phantom, he had gone for the newest model.

Elvis had his specific preferences, and had always stuck to them.

The villa’s door was opened, and Maria greeted him.

“Welcome young master, why are you back so late? Do you want me to make you something to cat?”

his black outfit. His

Olive and grandma, how

asleep. After dinner, ma’am Olive had joined grandma in making dessert. They

of his bedroom which was closed. He knew that

Maria added,

fun to be around. She always comes up with new ideas to make the old lady happy. Since you got married sir, I can attest to grandma being much more happier. By the way, grandma and Olive left some desserts for you. I’ll get it

walked into the kitchen and took out the dessert that Olive had

Maria was aware. But she went to the kitchen and brought him

took a spoon and

master, is it

Elvis nodded and muttered,

“Yea, it’s very sweet.”

from the yellow lamp. A slender figure curled up on

over, he lowered his tall body, and squatted on one knee. He

and

lips rested on her forehead, as he placed soft kisses on

that once he answered the call, that

lost all

didn’t want you to know my dark past. As a husband, I hope that you can

head into

know that I’m sick, but if you can’t cure me, what will

trust meant. Everything I wanted always slipped through my fingers like fine sand. You’re just twenty, and you’re still growing. In the future, you will meet more prominent men than

fallen asleep, thus she