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 him with a

He quickly entered the bathroom in the rest area and then extended

forcefully thrown into the large bathtub, immediately immersed

Ah!

with her hands and feet for a while, and it took her a moment to

hair clung to her face, with water continuously dripping down. Gasping heavily. Olive raised her head and looked at Elvis with a mixture

moment, Elvis stood tall and upright by the bathtub. The cold water had already wet his trouser legs, but he didn’t mind. He looked down at the nearly furlous Olive. “Are you

What… What?

to sober someone up, why did he choose such a

Olive clenched

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

to conquer him. But now, she had failed miserably. She had stolen a chicken only to lose

felt very cold, so she pitifully extended her slender arm and looked at him, “I’m

wrapped her up

her small hand and touched his handsome face with her delicate fingers, gently caressing it. “Elvis, am I not pretty anymore? Is

much in other aspects. She still attracted him just

pitifully, her long, feathery eyelashes still

up and down. “Why are

Hmph, Mr. Augustine really likes beautiful women, the more beautiful the better. You’re such a shallow, smelly man!” Olive

to all of this. He liked

bright pupils seemed a bit tipsy. She looked at Elvis with a dreamy gaze. “Mr. Augustine, do you really not want to do something naughty with

once again thrown into

the water, she was completely exhausted. She was weak all over, and Elvis gently laid her on the large bed. She turned over and snuggled into the soft blanket, seeking

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