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.

from gloomy to sunny. When his wife

meeting?” Andrew said with a fake cough, as he had to ask

turned around and tucked one hand into his

meeting is over. Y’all can

packed up their documents and disappeared from the office

let out a deep

did not see it with my own eyes, i really wouldn’t believe that his wife had really subdued

see how quickly our CEO’s

as abstinent as the CEO would love

executives gossiped amongst

lounge, Olive stood in the kitchen

lounge was quite luxurious. The dinning room and kitchen were fully equipped. Elvis did not cook here. He only slept and rested

had never had a reason

out and hugged Olive’s slender waist from

some goat meat. Once I’m

furrowed his brows

“Pepper soup? What’s that?”

Olive chuckled and replied,

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

even eaten

that she

Augustine, can you

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

waist. The curve of her

a carrot into