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.

face fluttered with a smile. He knew that his CEO has turned from gloomy to sunny. When

with this financial meeting?” Andrew said

one hand into

over. Y’all can go

up their documents and disappeared from

let out a deep breathe, and

did not see it with my

how quickly our CEO’s face changed

didn’t expect that a man as abstinent as the CEO

executives gossiped

in the

The dinning room and kitchen were fully equipped. Elvis did not cook here. He

had never

out and hugged Olive’s slender waist

I bought some goat meat. Once I’m

his brows and

“Pepper soup? What’s that?”

Olive chuckled and replied,

our matron was a Nigerian, so she often

eaten much from his food

kisses on her cheeks. It turned out that she had visited the mall to

you

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

her concave waist was like

shoved a carrot into