The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Olive was taken aback. Aunt Davina was really quick and straightforward, immediately asking Elvis if he’d married.

Elvis’ handsome face was devoid of any emotion. He glanced at Aunt Davina and then pursed his thin lips: “It’s not your business whether I’m married or not.”

Olive looked at Elvis in surprise. This is really dare to ask, dare to hate.

Aunt Davina smiled sheepishly and said, “Mr. Hart, the thing is my daughter, Tiffany, saw your extraordinary appearance and fell in love with you at first sight. If you are not married, then my daughter…”

Aunt Davina didn’t have time to finish her sentence, Elvis’ narrow, quiet eyes looked at the shy Tiffany and callously said: “I’m not interested in you. I already have someone in my heart.”

Tiffany’s embarrassed expression quickly froze. After all, she was a girl. Being bluntly and mercilessly rejected by Elvis, her beautiful face immediately turned pale, and tears of humiliation rolled down her face.

“Olive, go back.” Elvis turned around and walked into the cabin without looking back.

“Okay.” After watching the play, Olive hurried in.

Elvis and Olive refused Aunt Davina’s meat, and soon they both stared at the two bowls of steamed rice in disbelief.

Since childhood, Elvis has been a son of heaven, born with a golden spoon, in a family of five-star chefs, and has a very high standard of living. Looking at the white rice in front of him, he frowned, “Olive, is this what you cook?”

“President Augustine, haven’t you heard that smart women can’t cook? Without vegetables and meat, how can I cook?” Olive said. She didn’t want to endure this man’s temper. What about her as a princess?

This time, Elvis frowned tightly.

Olive picked up her chopsticks and took a delicate sip of rice. Then she said, “Mr. Augustine, Aunt Davina has meat and vegetables. Why did you refuse her just now? Can you go after her now?”

Elvis’s hawk eyes immediately fell on her small face: “You mean… you want me to give myself?”

“That’s right.” Olive nodded, “Anyway, for the past three years, Mr. Augustine, you’ve certainly been good at h ooking up with these women.”

“Olive, don’t you think that’s strange?”

“No.”

the past three years between me and those women were all fake, would you

What?

moment. She raised her head in surprise, looking at him puzzled, “What did

you’re good at pretending. If there’s something wrong with your

got

He went away.

in her ears, “If I said, the things between me and the women for the past

He…?

her heart seemed to have been thrown by him with a small stone,

No.

She didn’t believe it.

listen to the moans they made when he slept with other

must have

He must have lied!

Elvis, and after he went out, he didn’t

Where did he go?

to

was standing in the water,

to the bottom. Unmarried boys and girls in the tribe were splashing water in the river. The

in black, tall, and all around him was a clean and indifferent

dared to pour water on him, and then more and more

black clothes hugged his body tightly, revealing his solid chest and perfectly

waist. Olive couldn’t

a fitness trainer’s but looks noble and

here… to

rock, her snow-white feet touching the cool water, making her

sideways at Elvis. He was surrounded by a group of women. She saw his swagger, tsk tsk, straight but strong shoulders. His waist was narrower and

her mischievous and sly eyes, then whistled per v