The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Mrs. Annabelle?

Hearing this name, Marvin’s handsome eyelids moved slightly. When he was very young, he had seen a portrait of Annabelle in his father’s study.

His mother, Lily, and Annabelle, looked very similar, but at that time, he could see the difference between the two people at a glance.

Back then, he was shocked. He raised his small hand and wanted to caress the face of the person in the painting.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him. It was as if there was a force calling out to him, and he wanted to get closer to the person in the painting.

But before his little hand could touch it, the study door was pushed open and his father appeared.

He still remembered his father’s frosty expression. His father had ordered him with a deep voice, “Get out! Remember, you can’t touch the person in this painting!”

At that time, his aunt had just returned. He stood outside and listened to his aunt and his father arguing in the study.

Hence, Marvin knew from a very young age that his father had only loved one woman in his life, and that woman’s name was Annabelle.

Because he was the son of his mother, his mother could not spoil him, and his father did not also like him, and he did not even have the qualifications to touch the painting of Annabelle.

His mother often told him that he was also a descendants of the Augustine family, but why did he have nothing?

In fact, it wasn’t that he didn’t have anything, but that he didn’t want anything. He had longed for his fatherly love since he was a child.

He was a doctor, but he had been healing himself over the years.

luckier, because Elvis met Olive, Olive reached out and gave him redemption

his youth had become his deepest regrets. Maybe one day he would marry a

forgotten her for the past four years. In the underground medical

the best thing he had ever done in his

world was actually treating him gently. He was willing to slowly try to be

had told him that she looked forward to meeting a better him

familiar with her, so there’s no need

Olive

it itchy. Olive smiled and said, “Mr. Augustine, you are too old.

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been spending your time recently?

bright eyes fell on his handsome facial features. “Mr. Augustine, isn’t

raised his eyebrows and his

not.” Olive turned around

onto her smooth shoulders

of food to give you tonight. This should be

meant. “Mr.

Elvis didn’t utter another word, as he lowered his head and kissed her

of the morning, there was no one there. He

and she wanted to push him away, but his muscles were hot and hard,

fingers and wanted to retract her little hand,