The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

He had always been the one to take the initiative between them. This time, she had taken the unprecedented step of being so forward, yet he had actually avoided her and kept her from getting close.

Olive felt embarrassed!

She clenched her fist and gave him a hard punch, “Elvis, what are you doing? Why won’t you let me kiss you? I want to kiss you”

Elvis blinked his handsome eyes and used his large hand to gently push her soft waist, trying to maintain some distance. With her clinging so weakly to him, he was exerting his utmost self–control to restrain his impulses.

Her drunken appearance resembled that of a little cat, adorably cute and a bit willful. He hadn’t let her kiss him, but she had managed to plant a kiss on his face.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he observed her flushed face. “Olive, are you trying to get yourself drunk to do something naughty with me?”

Elvis was on the verge of laughter. When they were in the Royal city, she had tried to use aphrodisiacs on him. Now she had gotten herself drunk to offer herself to him. She was continuously coming up with ways to embarrass him.

Olive was in a daze, “What did you say?”

Little drunkard!

Elvis reached out and lifted her horizontally, carrying her towards the bathroom.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Olive tightly wrap her arms around his neck. “Where are you taking me?

“To take a bath.”

“Ah, a bath?” Olive quickly revealed a shy smile. “Elvis, you’re so naughty. You actually want to take a bath with me.”

As she spoke, Olive smiled foolishly, “Well then, I can help you scrub your back-”

her long, feathery eyelashes, looking at

swirling in his throat. He quickly entered the bathroom in the rest area and then extended his hand, tossing

Olive was forcefully thrown into the large

Ah!

frantically paddled around in the tub with her hands and feet for a while, and it took her

damp, jet–black hair clung to her face, with water continuously dripping down. Gasping heavily. Olive raised her head

his trouser legs, but

What… What?

someone up, why did he

Olive clenched her

any regret. “I don’t like wasting time on a drunkard. It’s

conquer him. But now, she had

extended her slender arm and looked at him,

and wrapped her up in

handsome face with her delicate fingers, gently caressing it. “Elvis, am I not pretty anymore? Is that why you don’t

Her face might not be as beautiful as before, but she hadn’t changed much in other aspects. She still attracted him

she looked at him pitifully, her long, feathery eyelashes still glistening with water droplets, trembling slightly. She

bobbed up and down. “Why

Mr. Augustine really likes beautiful women, the more beautiful

lips. He admitted to all of this. He liked her beauty and all the alluring. delicate

moment, Olive’s clear and bright pupils seemed a bit tipsy. She looked at Elvis with a dreamy

Olive was once again thrown into

She was weak all over, and Elvis gently laid

body into a small ball, evidently influenced by his actions. She was seeking warmth under