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.”

ever seen a man who would spend

and Mr. Augustine will buy me new underwear. Shall I say thank you?” Olive

his big palm, “Do you want

admitted defeat, she

She jumped off the bed

didn’t want to be

shower and changed into clean

the room, Elvis was sitting upright on the edge of the

time. I got

nose, as she frowned in disdain She didn’t like to drink lemon

the head of the bed, then wrapped one arm around her slender waist and stuffed a warm hot water into her hand. He said

pouted and reluctantly took

I

appearance, “Honey, drink more,” he

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

covered her lips

ended the deep kiss. He whispered, “It’s

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

Soon, the taste of lemon water filled her mouth, but it was more of a healthy and clean

content into her mouth, then he placed the empty cup on the bed table. “In the future, if you

with a frown, as she tried to vomit the lemon water. Her two

at her

ski pped a beat. Only then did

hugged her stomach. “My stomach

with his big palm. He warned in a low voice, “Be honest,

didn’t, it was

take advantage of you? Hold on,