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.”

she had ever seen a man who would spend a lot of

underwear. Shall I say thank you?” Olive asked, as she rolled

his big palm, “Do you want me to wash the

blushed. She admitted defeat, she would never be Elvis’s

off

want to be fooled by

changed into clean clothes before leaving

room, Elvis was sitting upright on the

I got you lemon

onto the bed and sniffed his nose, as she frowned

wrapped one arm around her slender waist and stuffed a warm hot water into her hand. He said softly, “Hold your nose and drink it. Drink it and your stomach

pouted and reluctantly

hard to drink. I won’t drink it

at her delicate appearance, “Honey, drink more,”

pushed his big palm away. “I’m not drinking it anymore. Do you

and covered her lips with

the deep kiss. He whispered,

strong chest and she tried to push him away, but Elvis took a mouthful of

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

the empty cup on the bed table. “In the future, if you want

frown, as she tried to vomit

stared at

Only then did

stomach. “My stomach is uncomfortable. I want

her stomach with his big palm. He warned in a

it was

I try to take advantage of you?