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.

because Elvis met Olive,

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

for the past four years. In the underground

best thing he had ever

actually treating him gently. He was willing to

had told him that she looked forward to meeting

familiar with her, so there’s no need

hugged Olive who had

her delicate skin, making it itchy. Olive smiled and said, “Mr. Augustine, you are too old.

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you been spending your time recently? If I don’t do something, you’re going to forget

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

you jealous?” Elvis raised his eyebrows and his

turned around and was

her smooth shoulders and

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

he meant. “Mr. Augustine,

was being shameless. Elvis didn’t utter another word, as

street, but in the early hours of the morning, there was no one

raised her 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 to be burning. It was as if he hadn’t

hand, but