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.”

the first time she had ever seen a man who

and diamonds, and Mr. Augustine will buy me new underwear. Shall

her. seriously and stretched out his big palm,

face blushed. She admitted defeat, she

She jumped off the bed and

want to

changed into clean

the room, Elvis was sitting upright on

I got you lemon

the bed and sniffed his nose, as she frowned in disdain She didn’t like to drink

of the bed, then 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

pouted and reluctantly

hard to drink. I

looked at her delicate appearance, “Honey, drink

it anymore. Do you know

covered

later, Elvis ended the deep kiss. He whispered, “It’s not

strong chest and she tried to push him away, but Elvis took a mouthful of lemon water and kissed her again.

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

mouth, then he placed the empty cup on the bed table. “In the

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

at her

Only then did she

“My stomach

palm. He warned in a low voice, “Be

it

did I try to take advantage of you? Hold