The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Elvis couldn’t admit that he was greedy for her body.

He leaned down and kissed her hair. The sweet fragrance on her body fascinated him. “Shall I help you apply the sanitary napkin?”

Olive was stunned. A man like him who ruled the world, would also condescend to help a girl fix her sanitary napkins?

“Mmm, no need…” Olive replied.

“Then do you want me to help you wash?”

“Wash what?” she asked.

“Wash my underwear?”

An image flashed through Olive’s mind. She imagined her panties being washed and rubbed in his palm. She was embarrassed.

“I don’t want you to wash my panties!” She blushed and refused, but she felt happy that the mant beside her was quiet caring-

Elvis used his thin lips to rub against her face. “Olive, aren’t you thinking

Olive’s face turned red, she asked in confusion. “What?”

too much?” he asked.

“It’s not just your underwear that needs to be washed. Could it be that you don’t want to take a shower, I can help you…”

It took Olive a few seconds to understand what he meant. He didn’t want to help her wash her panties. Instead, he wanted to bathe her.

The sweetness from earlier was gone. She quickly bounced off the bed and sat up, smashing her small fist on him.

Elvis wrapped her fist in his palm and smiled, “Sometimes it’s self-indulgent to think too much. Your underwear is stained with blood. If you want to lose it, I’ll buy you a new one.”

seen a man who would spend a lot of money

and Mr. Augustine will buy me new underwear. Shall I say thank

the bedside. He looked at her. seriously and stretched out his big palm, “Do you want me to wash the

admitted defeat, she

answered with practical actions. She jumped off the bed and ran into the

didn’t want to be fooled by

shower and changed into

Elvis was sitting upright on the edge of

time. I got

she frowned in

slender waist and stuffed a warm hot water into her hand. He

reluctantly

drink. I

appearance,

drinking it anymore.

covered her lips

ended the deep kiss. He whispered,

she tried to push him away, but Elvis took a mouthful of lemon water

no room for resistance. Soon, the taste of lemon water filled her mouth, but it was more of

then he placed the empty cup on the bed table. “In the future, if you want me to feed

muttered with a frown, as she tried to vomit the lemon water. Her two small hands grabbed the pajamas on his

at her

a beat. Only then did she

hugged her stomach. “My stomach is uncomfortable. I want to

warned in a low

didn’t, it was

try to take advantage of you? Hold