The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Lil’ Nathan was awake.
“Nathan, are you okay? Don’t be afraid. I’m here. Mom’s here, no one can hurt you.” Olive hugged the little boy and reassured him.
Nathan nodded, “Yeah, I trust you.”
At this time. Clara smiled and said: “Olive, do you know where we caught the Augustine little prince? In the children’s playground, he was sitting staring at a woman and her son playing on the seesaw, laughing and talking. He seemed very jealous.”
Olive’s heart throbbed instantly. Nathan already knows his own background, and he is very jealous of other people’s children because his mother hasn’t been with him since he was young.
Olive held Nathan’s small face, looked into his big black eyes, and said word by word. “Nathan. I’m so sorry. I’m three years late.”
Nathan’s innocent eyes quickly turned red, “Mom, I miss you so much.”
“Yeah, I know. I know. I miss you so much too, Nathan. But for the past three years, I’ve been sick and couldn’t return home.”
“Really?” Nathan immediately expressed concern. “Mom, what’s wrong with you? Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m, so I’ll immediately come back to find you Nathan, you need to know that I love you so much. I love you more than my life.”
Lil’ Nathan reached out and hugged Olive tightly, burying his face in her chest, and inhaling the soft and fragrant scent of his mother’s body.
In fact, he was afraid that his mother only liked Levi and Ivy, not him.
But now he knows that his mother loves him so much too.
“Olive, it’s okay. I’ve let you and your son stay together for a while, now go do me a favor.” Clara impatiently urged.
Olive let go of Nathan, saying, “Nathan, don’t be afraid. Rest here first. I’ll pick you up when it’s all over, okay?”
“Yes, mom. Go ahead.” Nathan obediently nodded.

Olive got up and left the room.
Clara closed the door to her room. At this moment, she felt a cold gaze fall on her. Lifting her head, she saw Nathan looking at her.
Now Nathan is sitting quietly on the bed, not at all flustered. He looked at Clara with calm but cold eyes, carrying a deep and sharp ray that wasn’t suitable for his age.
Clara seeing this scene felt her scalp tingling. The three-year-old who had just snuggled into Olive’s lap and wanted to be hugged suddenly turned into a different person, which scared her.
It was said that the young prince of the Augustines was an outstanding boy with a high IQ, and Clara suddenly had a very bad premonition.
Olive looked at Clara and asked, “Clara, tell me. What do you want me to do?”
Because of the party at the last annual meeting, Clara was very angry. Real and fake Olive wasn’t good at all. Instead, she felt that she was being pranked by Elvis and Olive.
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The Bubuitute Bride Dored By My Billi
Chapter 643 Put him in another woman’s bed
She no longer wants to be beaten passively, and now she wants to take the initiative.
“Very simple. I can let you and the little prince leave safely, but you must bring Elvis to my bed. Tonight, I must be his wife!” Clara made a request.
Olive’s slender eyelashes trembled, but she’d largely guessed.
“What, Olive? Don’t you want to?” Clara raised an eyebrow.
Olive’s bright eyes met Clara’s face, and she said, “Okay, I accept it.”
Clara didn’t think Olive would agree so easily. She looked surprised, suspiciously at Olive, “Olive, what are you trying to do?”
Olive pursed her red lips, “Clara, you shouldn’t doubt me. If you had kindly invited me to your game, I could only have complied, but now what are you suspecting? Don’t tell me…you can’t afford it.”
“Who says I can’t afford it? Olive, when I go to bed with Elvis and become his woman, you’ll just wait and cry!”
The Dearly Hotel, a presidential suite.
Olive took out her cell phone and sent a text, “Come to my room tonight, 8806.”
8806 was her room number.
The message was sent successfully. Olive stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and her long. butterfly-like eyelashes fell silently…
Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door with the usual strong and calm rhythm.
Olive stepped forward and opened the door to the room.
A tall handsome figure stood outside the door. Elvis has arrived.
He wore a hand-made black shirt and black trousers, so clean that he exuded an air of coldness and indifference, majesty and nobility.
The dim light at the door illuminated his handsome face from every angle, making it impossible for people to take their eyes off him.