The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 237 Childhood.

Elvis’s tall and handsome body stiffened. Olive’s slender wrist was still in his palm, and Olive’s skin was as smooth as silk. Elvis felt no bones in her, and her hand felt exactly like the nightdress he had hidden between the pillows.

Elvis was an extremely vigilant person, so he had instantly realized that she acted abnormally.

Olive nodded.

“Yes, we didn’t go on a honeymoon, and I want us to go on the honeymoon trip now.”

Elvis felt his heart race faster. He suddenly let go of her and then he turned around and walked away from her.

“Elvis!” Olive called after him.

“Come on, let’s do this, you’ll never see me after this.”

Elvis halted and turned around again. His eyes met Olive’s red eyes. Olive’s eyes had already became watery and she was about to cry.

Elvis strode over and pulled her into his arms.

“I had used all my strength in pushing you away. You should be in Imperial by now.”

Olive lowered her head and buried her face in his neck. She hugged his waist and whispered, “I want to go as well, but Mr. Augustine, I can’t bear to part with you.”

Elvis tightened his arms and hugged her tightly to himself.

“Olive, you should forget about me. Don’t let me see that you’re still in love with me, else I’ll be tortured.”

Elvis took in a deep breathe and forced himself to let her go. He held her hands in his palm and dragged her forward.

“Let’s go

to the airport. I’ll take you to the

behind him and didn’t want to go with him. She looked at his cold

are you going to do? How

shook his head slightly

sick. It has nothing to do with you. Don’t

“Oh.” Olive nodded slowly.

that, you’ll never see me again. Just five days. Mr. Augustine, do you want this honeymoon trip?”

and self-control to push her away, but she was still adamant and requested

Elvis’s heart had collapsed, and he was defeated by

He had lost.

My

coaxing had rekindled his selfishness and possessiveness. He suddenly envisioned about the five days that she

could he resist

while, Elvis’s h oar

“Yes, I do.”

in the

Augustine, how about we eat noddles for breakfast? You just woke

leaned on the door frame and looked at Olive who was busy in the kitchen.

“Okay.” He responded calmly.

get me a

the bowl, but when he grabbed the bowl, his

and white. It was a royal bowl in the Imperial. It had now become a privately

and saw that there were not only

woken up, and he hadn’t noticed the interior initially. The house

are you holding the bowl? Do you like the bowl? If you like it then I can let you have it. You can keep it.” Olive’s voice sounded as she

any emotion. He only

bowls

don’t know. I had all of these since i

filled with luxurious appliances, there was also a large garden outside. was situated away from the materialistic

“Did