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.

Elvis met Olive, Olive reached out

he came late for Olive. All the surprises and heartbeats of his youth had become his deepest regrets. Maybe one day he would marry a wife, have

for the past four years. In the underground medical research

had said that loving her was the best

him made him feel that the world was actually treating him

that she looked forward to meeting a

no need

road, Elvis hugged Olive who

skin, making it itchy. Olive smiled

Go to the

her soft waist. “Calculate carefully. Where have you been spending your time recently? If I don’t do something, you’re

handsome facial features. “Mr. Augustine, isn’t Naomi always with you? You

Elvis raised his eyebrows and his

Olive turned around and

onto her smooth shoulders and pushed her against

you tonight. This should

quickly understood what he meant. “Mr. Augustine, have

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

but in the early hours of the morning, there was no one there. He trapped her in his

on his body and she wanted to push him away, but his muscles were

fingers and wanted to retract her little hand, but Elvis grabbed her hand