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-”

feathery eyelashes, looking at

throat. He quickly entered the bathroom in the rest area and then extended his

into the large bathtub, immediately immersed in the cold

Ah!

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

with water continuously dripping down. Gasping heavily. Olive raised her head and

the bathtub. The cold water had already wet his trouser legs, but he didn’t mind. He looked down at the nearly furlous Olive.

What… What?

were countless ways to sober someone up, why did

really… despicable!” Olive clenched her fist and

displaying any regret. “I don’t like wasting time on a drunkard. It’s better if you stay sober before

to conquer him.

her slender arm and looked at him, “I’m so cold, can you carry

took a large towel and wrapped her up in it,

her delicate fingers, gently caressing it. “Elvis, am I not pretty anymore? Is that

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

eyelashes still glistening with water droplets, trembling slightly.

up and down. “Why

it true? Mr. Augustine used to be so… lustful, but now you’re not! Hmph, Mr. Augustine really likes

curved his thin lips. He admitted to all of this. He liked her beauty

looked at Elvis with a dreamy gaze. “Mr. Augustine, do you really not want to

once again thrown into

out of the water, she was completely exhausted. She was weak all over, and Elvis gently laid her on the large bed.

had curled her delicate body into a small ball, evidently influenced by