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 heartbeats of his youth had become his deepest regrets. Maybe one day he would marry a wife, have children, become a husband, and become a father. But no woman could

the past four years. In the underground medical research base, he constantly thought about

had said that loving her was the best thing he had ever done

him feel that the world was actually treating him gently.

told him that she looked forward to meeting a better

her, so there’s no need to meet

road, Elvis hugged Olive

onto her delicate skin, making it itchy. Olive smiled and said, “Mr. Augustine,

Go to the

you been spending your time

eyes fell on his handsome facial features. “Mr. Augustine, isn’t Naomi always with you? You shouldn’t be

jealous?” Elvis raised his

turned around and

onto her smooth shoulders and pushed her against the

I have a lot of food to give you tonight. This should be a good proof of

meant.

Olive, Elvis was being shameless. Elvis didn’t utter another word, as he lowered his head and kissed her red

of the morning,

neck and passively endured it. Her soft white fingertips landed on his body and she wanted to push him away, but his muscles were hot and hard, and his body temperature seemed

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