The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband - Season 3 Episode 25

“Olive, I’ll take Aunt Rebecca and await you at Imperial city.” Derrick Domino added and then turned

around and left.

Derrick Domino was awaiting her at Imperial city. It was Imperial city again.

It seemed that alot of people were awaiting her arrival at Imperial.

Olive had always felt that there was something beckoning to her at the Imperial, but with Derrick Domino’s last sentence, the feeling of going to Imperial intensified.

Olive turned her head and looked at Derrick Domino’s back. He looked extremely handsome in the black outfit that he wore. The rain fell on his umbrella, and not even a single drop splashed on him.

Olive knew that her mother liked Derrick very much. Back then, Joyce would hold her with one hand, and Derrick with the other. Derrick was also raised by Joyce.

Olive was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn’t seem to notice that there was a luxurious Rolls- Royce Phantom parked quitely in front of the Cemetery.

Elvis had arrived.

Elvis sat in the back seat of the car. He had already been discharged from the hospital. Today, he was clothed in a white shirt and tie, a buisness vest, and a black suit. He had just stepped out from a high- level company’s meeting. His outfit exuded elegance and maturity.

Elvis looked at Olive through the window. When he saw Olive looking at Derrick Domino’s back, frown appeared on his face.

Secretary Andrew who was in the driver’s seat stared at Elvis through the rearview mirror. He could guess that his CEO was obviously not happy seeing Olive with Derrick Domino.

Recently, Elvis hadn’t lost his temperament, but he had become extremely quiet and emotionless.

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At this moment, another handsome and tall figure appeared. It was Marvin, and he held a black umbrella and a bouquet.

Andrew let out a scoff and looked at Elvis through the rearview mirror.

“CEO, your wife really is a hot cake. She just got divorced and there are already suitors hovering

around her.”

Elvis had arrived quite early and had been watching her from the car. He knew that she would be very sad, but neither could he approach or comfort her.

Elvis raised his head and glanced at Andrew. Andrew felt a cold chill flowing across his body. Andrew bowed his head and let out a cough.

“Let’s go back.” There was no way Elvis could spend another second there. He feared that he would not be able to control himself, hence he asked Andrew to drive him away from the cemetery.

“Yes, CEO.” Andrew responded and drove the luxurious car away.

Marvin squatted and placed the flower in his hand on the tombstone, then he stood up and looked at

Olive.

“Olive, what are your plans? I’ll be leaving here in two days?”

“Are you leaving?” Olive inquired, her eyes glued to him.

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“Well, the one year which I had has already elapsed. Moreover, my mother has been urging me to return home. Olive, come with me, please.”

Elvis had once told Olive that Marvin had come to Los Angeles in search of her. Olive lowered her head and didn’t respond for some seconds. After a while, she lifted up her head and looked at Marvin again.

“I’ll tidy up things here, and I’ll go to Imperial soon.”

“Really?” Marvin’s cold black eyes overflowed with joy.

“However, I’m still going alone, so Academician Augustine, do have a safe journey.”

Marvin pursed his lips and smiled softly.

“Alright, Olive, looking forward to seeing you in Imperial.”…

The Red Villa.

Elvis returned to the bedroom. He took off his black suit and threw it on the sofa. Then he threw himself into the soft bed and closed his eyes tiredly.

Elvis’s movements were decadent and lazy, and he displayed a wild masculinity.

He rested his head on the snow-white pillow. The pillow belonged to Olive, and he could still scent the sweet fragrance left by her body,

Elvis felt as if he hadn’t seen Olive for months, and his mind was filled with Olive’s delicate appearance.

Elvis’s fingers touched the sheets, and suddenly, Elvis felt a slippery cloth on the bed. Olive didn’t take anything away, including the silky nightdress that she last wore.

The nightdress was as slippery as her soft skin. Elvis’s closed his eyes and held onto the nightdress with his hands,

His mind reminiscing about the night that she had wore the nightdress. Olive had hugged him tightly. and had boldly sat on his waist.

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It felt unreal to Elvis, her actions were like a dream.

on his

At this moment, Elvis felt a small hand reaching out and gently caressing the buisness vest of body. Then, the hand slipped down and landed on the belt which was tied around his waist. Elvis’s eyes suddenly opened and he clasped the little hand. It was not a dream, someone had really entered his room.

There was an unfamiliar girl standing beside the bed. She appeared to be in her early twenties. She had an innocent appearance and her dark eyes were very similar to Olive’s.

Elvis hastily threw her hand away and swiftly stood up. Elvis’s thin lips pursed into a arc.

“Do you understand the rules? Who let you in? Elvis berated.

A little maid had dared to enter her master’s room. The Red Villa had never had such a maid before.

The little maid’s face turned pale, and her heart thumped heavily in fright.

“Young master, i…”

The door of Elvis’s bedroom was pushed open and Mrs. Samantha walked in. “Elvis, don’t make it difficult for her. It was I who let her in.”

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Elvis seemed to calmed by Mrs. Samantha’s presence. But he was still furious and awaited an explanation from her.

Mrs. Samantha looked at the little maid and ordered,

“Go downstairs.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The frightened little maid replied and scurried away from the room.

Once the bedroom door was closed, Mrs. Samantha noticed Elvis’s gloomy face, and she aggrievedly explained.

“Elvis, grandma didn’t know what else to do. Although you’ve been discharged from the hospital, you still didn’t say anything about your body. I thought it was only right that I found someone for you try out with. That little maid looks a little like Olive, so you wouldn’t really have difficulties in touching her. Grandma knows that you still have Olive in your heart.”

In a bid to back up her claims, Mrs. Samantha’s gaze fell on the bed, where the nightdress laid.

Elvis gritted his teeth as he felt a little embarrassed.

Mrs. Samantha let out a breathe and patted her chest with her right hand. She was glad that she had escaped Elvis’s wrath, but she blinked and asked in a low voice,

“Elvis, you really need to tell me if you can still perform.”