The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Elvis reached out and hugged Olive’s slender waist, as he pulled her into his arms, “I know you already know about Naomi. I’m looking out for Naomi, but I don’t care about her. I only have the kindness from the past for her, there is no personal relationship between us at all. Olive, I gave my heart to you, no one can take my love for you!”

In his embrace, Olive raised her little face and stared at him with her watery eyes. “Mr. Augustine, your ability to tell a love story has improved by leaps and bounds. It’s starting to become uninteresting

Elvis really hoped that the girl in his arms could be less smarter. As long as she wanted to know the truth, she would definitely know.

When he drove over just now, he felt really uneasy. He was afraid that she would misunderstand.

In order for one to be Olive’s man, not only did one have to be strong enough, one also had to have a sweet mouth.

However, looking at her calm appearance, it seemed that it was different from what he had imagined. She didn’t seem to be angry at all.

“Olive, are you not angry anymore?” Elvis asked in surprise.

“Who said I’m not angry?” Olive pressed her small hands against his strong chest and tried to push him away.

“You said that you’re only kind to her because of the past, but what if one day you realize that she’s more loving and understanding than me? What would you do if you fall in love with her?”

Elvis quickly raised his eyebrows. “How is that possible? There is only one Olive in this world. There may be people who are very similar to you, but those are all substitutes of you. You are unique.”

Olive scoffed, as she listened to him.

“Olive, don’t be angry anymore, okay?” Elvis reached out and held her tender little face, “Smile for me, my love.”

I have something serious

her soft waist, then lowered his eyes and said in a hoa rse voice, “Olive, your period

really have something important to tell you. Didn’t Naomi save you back then? I want you to take

What?

moment. He was a

years ago, that little girl had rescued

hell is going on in your little head? Could it be that you’re

Naomi is so important to you, then I also want to participate in your story.

He knew her too well. She was extremely intelligent and would never

wrong, Mr. Augustine, or do you not dare? There’s a story between you and Naomi, don’t you want

eyebrows and snorted, then she flicked her sleeves

angry expression. Elvis

forced her into his arms. “Don’t go,

lips, then she asked, “Really?

he slowly placed soft kisses on her, “I won’t lie, I’ll let the secretary prepare the schedule

made

Elvis hushed her, as he stared at her with his burning eyes. “Olive, don’t say anything, give me

you’re really annoying!” she muttered with a

was still in Harbour City. Because she had