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.”

said that the past three years between me

What?

holding the chopsticks stiffened for a moment. She raised her head

thin lips in a slight are, “Olive, you’re good at pretending. If there’s something wrong with your

got up and went

He went away.

he just said kept ringing in her ears, “If I said,

He…?

her heart seemed

No.

She didn’t believe it.

he locked her in a closet to listen to the moans they made when he slept with other women. All were

have

He must have lied!

after he

Where did he go?

to find

him by the river. He was standing in the water, holding a wooden

splashing water in the river.

him was a clean and indifferent demeanor. The girls in the river glanced at him stealthily

unknown which girl dared to pour water on him,

his body tightly, revealing his solid chest and perfectly

his waist. Olive

exaggerated like a fitness trainer’s

here… to show

her snow-white feet

His waist was narrower and his hips were bigger than a

sly