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 slightly to look at

pair of extremely familiar

one more look, Peterson left with his subordinate,

name

Olive

“Little mald, what are you doing?

luxury sedan stopped, Elvis and Clara,

luxury business

and Clara sat together. Clara wished she could wrap herself around Elvis,

690 Wipe my

end, he and Olive didn’t make any

say anything either. She was sitting in the back row but

me a bottle of water.” At this time,

is really quite rough, there are several rows of seats in the

got up, grabbed a bottle

suddenly swerved Olive couldn’t stand, her slender

“Sorry…”

wanted to get up, but the water bottle in her hand cracked, and the water in it

spilled onto the man’s pants and

looked up and saw that it was Alex,

head, a casual black shirt, and black trousers, and

on his strong lap in

care of them for you when we get out of the

hand reached out and pinched her slender waist, and a deep voice said in her ear: “Wipe my

few simple words, with common

trembled, and the speculation in her heart was somewhat

wear them anymore. When I get out of the car, I’ll give you

pants. I just want you to clean

stain on his pants. This water stain was in a sensitive place. He must

took out some tissues and wiped his

protruding throat roll up and down twice, then a