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 expression was unapologetic and

Olive and grandma,

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

raised his eyes and glanced at the door of his bedroom which was closed. He knew that live such a

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

the dessert that Olive had made. It was

Of course, Maria was aware. But she went to the

spoon

is it

Elvis nodded and muttered,

“Yea, it’s very sweet.”

yellow lamp. A slender figure curled

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

was soft, and her skin smooth as

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

calls, but had deliberately not answered. For he knew that once he answered the call, that he was bound to rush

lost all his

didn’t want you to know my dark

head into her hair and

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

that marriage is based 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. In the future, you will meet more prominent men than me, and they may all be better than I am. By

had already fallen asleep, thus she couldn’t give