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?

frowned and

slender fingers to squeeze her hand so tightly that she couldn’t move. His beautiful eyes were focused on washing

Elvis felt dirty.

of her shining 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 couldn’t see other men touching

wasn’t normal, and he tried his

He couldn’t stand it.

at

her against the porcelain wall, his two slender fingers squeezed her petite jaw, then he coldly looked at her:

Messing around?

her head, “No, I didn’t do

Elvis let out a deep, dangerous laugh from his throat. ‘Then why don’t

a lot that a lot girls in

money on those girls, and let

man

a magazine, which commented that a man of 30 years old really

fantasies about men. Olive can’t deny that she really loves this kind of man, but under his elegant and luxurious appearance, she can vividly interpret his evil

does he mean

what he thought of her. Did

eyelashes trembled, and she looked at him

felt he had said too much. He still couldn’t

let

his injured right arm, meaning she would bandage him

him. She bent down to take off his bl oody black shirt, and then used a cotton swab soaked in

wound, Olive’s heart still trembled. This is the wound he

you hurt?”

in the dim yellow light was expressionless,

He said it hurt.

pursed her red mouth and