The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Olive stood obediently in the corner, not daring to move, because in this melee between the men, she had to defend herself first, not dragging Elvis down.

At this moment, a bodyguard threw a bottle of wine at her. Her eyelashes trembled, she quietly touched the silver needle on her waist.

But when her vision darkened, a breath of clean and pure masculinity rushed forward, firmly protecting her in his chest.

With a bang, the bottle shattered.

Olive saw that Elvis had reached out, and now that the black sleeve on his arm had been cut, there was a long bl oody slit inside, making people scared.

He was the one who protected her just now.

He was injured!

Olive gasped, her heart seemed to be gripped by a large hand. She quickly used her small hand to suppress the blood from his wound.

Looking at the woman’s pale face, Elvis’ tall and straight body hidden in the dark, covered in a layer of bl oody hostility, he coldly smirked, ‘Satisfied? So many men have been fighting for you.”

Olive was momentarily speechless.

At this time, the security guards on the yacht and the person called by Raven were quickly present, quickly stabilizing the scene. Raven knocked out two bodyguards and ran over. “Elvis, are you okay?”

“No problem.” Elvis pursed his thin lips, then grabbed Olive’s slender wrist, pulling her away.

Elvis took big steps, Olive struggling to follow behind him. He walked to the door now, and he kicked the door open, pulling her in.

Before Olive could even stand up, she was dragged into the bathroom, pushed to the front of the sink. Then he turned on cold water to wash her wrists.

What was he doing?

What was he crazy about?

quickly frowned

Elvis used his long, slender fingers to squeeze her hand so

Elvis felt dirty.

wrists being dragged away by the drunken second-generation rich guy and the boss just now, bloodthirsty fury rose up in his chest again. For some reason, he

tried his best

He couldn’t stand it.

had noticed his temper, and she couldn’t anger him at the moment, so she

steps forward. He pressed her against the porcelain wall, his two slender fingers squeezed her petite jaw,

Messing around?

shook her head, “No, I

his throat. ‘Then why don’t you show me you split your

private life is clean, but she’s heard a lot that a lot girls in high-class

of money on those girls,

the more they can satisfy the corrupt desires of those men. Olive stared blankly at the man in front of her, and suddenly realized that this man had never played with wainen, but he knew how to joke with

had read in a magazine, which commented that a man of 30 years old really grew up. He must act only have enough money and power, but also have the eyes that

able to satisfy all women’s fantasies about men. Olive can’t deny that she

does he

understood what he thought of her.

slender eyelashes trembled, and she

still couldn’t accept the

quickly let go of

his injured right arm, meaning she would bandage him

down to take

Olive’s heart still trembled. This is

you hurt?” she

the dim yellow light was expressionless, he faintly hummed:

He said it hurt.

pursed her red mouth and blew into