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-”

eyelashes, looking at him

He quickly entered the bathroom in the rest

into the large

Ah!

drunkenness diminished instantly. She frantically paddled around in the tub with her hands

Olive raised her head and looked at Elvis with a mixture of shock and anger. “Elvis, have you

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

What… What?

up, why did he

despicable!” Olive clenched her

don’t like wasting time

even drank to boost her courage to conquer him. But now, she

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

took a large towel and wrapped her

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

at 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

looked at him pitifully, her long, feathery eyelashes still

bobbed up and down. “Why are

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

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

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

Olive was once again thrown into

and Elvis gently laid her on the large bed. She turned over and snuggled into the soft blanket, seeking the

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