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

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

thud, Olive was forcefully thrown into the large bathtub,

Ah!

with her hands and feet for a while, and

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

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

What… What?

to sober someone up, why did he choose such a

you’re really… despicable!” Olive clenched her fist

gazed at her water–splattered face without displaying any regret. “I don’t like wasting time on a drunkard. It’s

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

felt very cold, so she pitifully extended her slender arm

wrapped her up in it,

with her delicate fingers, gently caressing it.

before, but she hadn’t changed much in other aspects. She still attracted him just as

feathery eyelashes still glistening

bobbed up and down.

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

this. He liked her

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

Olive was once again thrown into

Elvis gently laid her on the large bed.

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