The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 179 Pepper Soup for Mr. Augustine.

Olive had arrived at some point and was now in his lounge.

Elvis took in his lips, and then released them almost immediately, then he diverted his face to the crowd.

Elvis stood up and walked steadily to the door of the lounge. His tall body quickly shielded the girl. He lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice,

“Why are you here?”

Olive had already taken a shower. Her pure black hair was still soaked with wet mist water. She was wearing his black shirt. The big shirt had reached her knees.

Olive looked like a child who was dressed in an adult’s clothes. But Olive looked exquisite in the outfit.

Olive looked up at him with her beautiful face. She blinked her eyes in embarrassment and explained,

“You were in a meeting when I arrived. Your front desk officer brought me in. Did I disturb your work? I thought I heard your voice, so i just opened the door. I didn’t expect that you’d be in a meeting so late…”

Olive was suddenly hushed, as Elvis covered her lips with his.

Elvis kissed her lightly, he withdrew his mouth from her lips and touched her on the face.

“Don’t bother explaining. I’ve been thinking about you as well.” Elvis’s low voice was extremely seductive.

Olive looked at his handsome face which was close to her face. Olive quickly covered her mouth. with her hands and ran inside the lounge.

Everyone at the table was stunned. They could feel the love in the air.

They really didn’t want to see their CEO making out. It was their CEO who was to be blamed for not being disciplined enough to kiss before their faces.

his CEO has turned from gloomy to sunny. When his wife arrived, his CEO immediately changed from a big monster to

this financial meeting?” Andrew said with a fake cough, as he had

one hand into his trousers

over.

disappeared from the office as quickly

they let out a

his wife so much, If I did not see it with my own eyes, i really wouldn’t believe that his wife

our CEO’s face

expect that a man as abstinent as the

gossiped amongst

lounge, Olive stood in

were fully equipped. Elvis did not cook here. He

a personal chef. Elvis had never

reached out and hugged

some goat meat. Once I’m done. I’ll

his brows and

“Pepper soup? What’s that?”

Olive chuckled and replied,

an African dish. At the orphanage, our matron was a Nigerian, so she often made us pepper soup

felt really hungry. He hadn’t even eaten much from

on her cheeks. It turned out that she

you cook?”

turned to look at him, and pouted.” Of course, my cooking skills are topnotch. I’ll definitely satisfy your

of her concave waist was like the mouth of a porcelain

a carrot into