The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Olive looked up and saw two people walking in front of her, Elvis and Clara.

Elvis wore a hand-crafted black suit, tall and straight, his innate regal aura attracting everyone’s eyes.

Clara wore a long dress, took his arm, and the two left the hotel together.

“Nathan, I still have some work to do. Go home first. I’ll play with you when I’m done.” Olive said, patting Nathan’s small head.

Nathan nodded obediently. “Okay, I’ll go home first.”

The Augustine family’s special car arrived, and he got in the car and left.

Seeing the little boy safely leave, Olive finally let go of the big rock in her heart.

She returned to Sadie’s face. After all, Clara was still ostentatious with her little face.

The real and fake Olive play has finally come to an end. She stood gracefully in front of the autumn, wind, her clear pupils calmly looking at Clara.

Clara felt this gaze from afar, raised her head, and immediately met Olive’s bright eyes. Olive looked at her nonchalantly. The wind blew through her body, and although without fancy dress, she was as delicate and beautiful as a shining jewel.

It is said that women aren’t scary but beautiful women are scary, and the scariest women are those who are both beautiful and temperamental Olive is this type of woman.

Clara was acutely aware of the distance between her and Olive, but remembering the bed sheet she and Elvis had rolled over last night, she immediately lifted her chin in a proud greeting: “Good morning. Ettle girl.”

“Good morning Olive smiled lightly, then looked at Elvis.

Elvis glanced at her as well, his gaze cold and distant, like he was looking at a stranger.

After one night, Elvis seemed to become a different person.

He and Clara left, Olive thoughtfully looking at his hack.

At this moment, she felt a deep gaze on her small face.

Olive rolled her eyes to the side and met that gaze. She saw Peterson, and now behind him was another subordinate.

head

saw an unfamiliar face, and… a pair of

Peterson left

name is

Olive

her also impatiently urged, “Little mald, what are you doing? Hurry up and get in the car. Want

the Rolls-Royce commercial luxury sedan stopped, Elvis and Clara, boarded, and Olive quickly

the luxury business

she could wrap herself around Elvis, cuddling

Wipe

beginning to end, he and Olive

back row

maid, bring me a bottle of water.” At this time, Clara in the front gave

there are several rows of seats in the back. Olive looked at it, there were bottles of water on the

got up, grabbed a bottle

swerved Olive couldn’t stand, her

“Sorry…”

up, but the water bottle in her hand cracked, and the water in

onto the man’s pants and wet

saw that it was Alex, the subordinate behind

shirt, and black trousers,

sitting on his strong

take care of them for you when we get out of the

reached out and pinched her slender waist, and a deep voice said in

simple words,

eyelashes trembled, and the speculation in

you won’t be able to wear them anymore. When I get out of the car, I’ll give you a new

new pants. I just want you to

down at the water stain on his pants. This water stain was in a sensitive place. He

took out some tissues and

the corner of her eye, she saw Alex’s protruding throat roll up and