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-”

looking at him with

entered the bathroom in the rest

a thud, Olive was forcefully thrown into the large bathtub, immediately immersed in the cold water.

Ah!

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

her face, with water continuously dripping down. Gasping heavily. Olive raised her

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

What… What?

were countless ways to sober someone up, why did he choose such

Olive

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

She even drank to boost her courage to conquer him. But now, she had failed miserably. She had stolen a chicken only to lose the

very cold, so she pitifully extended her slender arm and looked at him,

large towel and wrapped her

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

her. Her face 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 why he had recognized

at him pitifully, her long, feathery eyelashes still glistening

Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “Why are you

you’re not! Hmph, Mr. Augustine really

curved his thin lips. He admitted to all of this. He liked her beauty and all the alluring. delicate colors about

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

Olive was once again thrown

out of 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,

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