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?”

clothed in his black outfit. His

grandma, how are they?” He

had joined grandma in making dessert. They had baked a cake.” Maria replied with

and glanced at the door of his bedroom which was closed. He knew that live such a good girl and didn’t inform his grandma whenever they had

Maria added,

nice and 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

kitchen and took out the dessert that Olive had made. It

But she went to the kitchen and brought him the cakes

a spoon and

master, is it

Elvis nodded and muttered,

“Yea, it’s very sweet.”

and walked in. A dim light shone from the yellow lamp. A slender figure curled up on the

lowered his tall body, and squatted on one knee. He stretched out his hands and

was soft, and her skin smooth

rested on her

but had deliberately not answered. For he knew that once he answered the call,

Elvis lost all

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

head into her

that I’m sick, but if you can’t

on trust, but growing up, I had no one teach me what trust meant. Everything I wanted always slipped through my fingers like fine sand. You’re just twenty, and you’re still growing.

thus she couldn’t give