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.”

that the past three years between me and

What?

chopsticks stiffened for a moment. She raised her head in surprise,

slight are, “Olive, you’re good at pretending. If there’s something wrong

that. Elvis got up and went

He went away.

ringing in her ears, “If I said, the things between me and the women for the past three years were all fake, would you

He…?

lake in her heart seemed to have been thrown by him

No.

She didn’t believe it.

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

have lied to

He must have lied!

for Elvis, and after he went out,

Where did he go?

went to

the river. He was

and girls in the tribe were splashing water in the river. The most beautiful boy and the most beautiful girl

black, tall, and all around him was a clean and indifferent demeanor. The girls in

which girl dared to pour water on him, and then more and more girls

hugged his body tightly, revealing his solid chest and

his waist. Olive couldn’t look down. She was

is not exaggerated like a fitness trainer’s but

here…

on a large rock, her snow-white

was surrounded by a group of women. She saw his swagger, tsk tsk, straight but strong shoulders. His waist was narrower and his hips were bigger than a woman’s.

her mischievous and sly eyes,