The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Olive’s small hand was pulled by Elvis, her face flushed red and she looked shy.

The lady at the front desk was stunned. She had been in the industry for so many years, and she had never seen any man or woman before.

“Sir, who is this little girl? I shouldn’t pry, but I’m just making sure that the law isn’t violated.”

Elvis frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Do you still need me to clarify this? There are many perverted men who like to attack little girls.”

Elvis’s face darkened. For the first time in his life, he had been referred to as a pervert!

At this moment, the front desk lady looked at Olive, her eyes full of encouragement, “Little girl, if you were forced, then blink.”

Olive shivered. At this moment, she felt that her hand was aching. It was Elvis who pinched her small hand.

“Olive, tell her who I am!”

“Miss, you misunderstood. He’s my husband,” Olive replied calmly.

Hearing her reply, Elvis expression quickly calmed. He held her soft little hand and pinched it lovingly.

The lady at the front desk opened her mouth in surprise. Only then did she realize that she had made a mess, and she hastily assigned them a room.

At the entrance of the room, Elvis opened the door. He looked at the little woman beside him and said in a low voice, “Go in.”

Although Olive had already given birth to triplets, she was still as shy as a young girl

They had been together, but they had never had a room outside.

be

Olive walked in.

with a “click“, the door behind

minute, I’ll go take a shower first…” Olive struggled, as she tried to break

Elvis’s thin line

her neck. “You’ll wash later.” “No, I have to take a shower first,”

forward. He pushed her down on the big soft bed in the room, and then his sharp fingers came to his shirt. He unbuttoned the buttofis one after another, and then leaned over to her,

looked

her lips seductively, and then he said in a low voice, “It’s said that a woman’s body is

tugged at her

he be so

gentle. Don’t

with her. The two of them had not been together for a long time. How could she not want

this moment, Olive felt a surge of hot fluid rushing

his big palm and shouted for him to stop, “Mr. Augustine, stop!”

her, and

on my period,”

at her with his narrow eyes, “Are

really serious, Olive nodded

my period. I won’t lie

his lips. A few seconds later, he rolled over and laid

looked at the chandelier above his head, then he raised his hand to cover his eyes, “Olive, did you intentionally torture

had come at the wrong time. The man beside her

side and crawled onto his chest. “Mr. Augustine, you don’t care about me, you only care about your

at his pants, and said, “Sorry, this

I call someone to