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.

seemed to be the first time.

Olive walked in.

door behind her

take a shower first…” Olive struggled, as she tried to break free. from Elvis,

Elvis’s thin line

then he moved to her

slender waist and took a few steps forward. He pushed her down on the big soft bed in the room, and then his sharp fingers

her small hands on his stiff shoulders and looked at him with watery eyes, “I don’t want to…”

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

and tugged at

could he be so rude?

gentle. Don’t tear my clothes!”

them had not been together for a long time.

this moment, Olive felt a surge of hot

palm and shouted for him to stop, “Mr. Augustine,

looked at her, and asked,

my period,” Olive whispered

and stared at her with his narrow eyes, “Are you

serious, Olive

period. I won’t lie to

seconds later, he rolled over and laid beside

looked at the chandelier above his head, then he raised his hand to cover his

her period had come at the wrong time. The man beside her

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

pants, and said, “Sorry, this thing is out of my control when I see

“Should I call someone to buy