The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband - Season 3 Episode 39

This was the second time that Olive had washed his underwear. After drying the clothes, Olive looked up at the dried clothes.

When she saw that her underwear and that of Elvis had come very close, she let out a chuckle.

When Olive turned around, she saw Elvis. He was leaning against the wall. And his eyes were glued

to her.

Olive’s face blushed in embarrassment.

“Mr. Augustine, why are you being so impolite? You don’t even have the courtesy to knock before. entering a girl’s room.”

Elvis’s furrowed his brows.

“Oh, is it me who’s being impolite or you? You were just smiling at my underwear just now like a little ny mpho.”

Olive had never lost a war of words, but since she met Elvis, she usually couldn’t win against him.

Olive walked into the bathroom and dropped the bucket. She came out of the bathroom and stood beside the bed.

This was her boudoir. The entire room was filled with the sweet fragrance on her body.

Elvis lifted his long legs and walked over to her.

“Why are you staring at me that way? I feel like you’re treating me like your puppy.” Elvis muttered as he got closer to her..

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Olive jumped into his embrace and lugged his waist.

“Mr. Augustine, do you want to be my wolf dog?”

Elvis looked into her eyes and said in a low voice,

“Mrs. Augustine, I suspect that you’re seducing me, although I have no evidence.”

“Then do you like this?” Olive’s small hands moved down along his lean waist.

But in split seconds, Olive’s hands was grasped by the powerful fingers of Elvis. Elvis stared at her darkly and asked,

“Where are you touching?”

This was the first time that Olive had touched him in his lower region.

“What are you looking at?” Elvis’s deep voice questioned again.

“The wounds on your body, grandma said that you can’t perform anymore.” Olive replied.

Elvis knew that she was here for this. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken the initiative to stick to him.

“Can I see? Olive’s seductive voice asked.

“Mrs. Augustine, aren’t you ashamed?

When Olive heard his question, her palm-sized face fluttered in embarrassment.

“I’ll be outside.” Elvis let go of her and turned around to leave the room.

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Chapter 239 Little Wisen!

“Mr. Augustine, don’t go!” Olive rushed up to him.

When Elvis felt her running towards him, he turned around and allowed her run into his embrace. Elvis was caught a little off guard as he stumbled into the bed with Olive.

Olive was on top of him. She chuckled and placed her hands on the expensive black belt around his waist.

Elvis laid on the bed that Olive grew up on. Elvis raised his hands and covered his eyes, not wanting to see Olive’s face.

Seeing that Elvis was unwilling, Olive withdrew her hands and crawled off him. She lay beside him and said,

“I’ve already seen it. You’ve been in coma for the past two days. It was I who cleaned your body for you.”

Elvis turned to look at the girl beside him. Olive’s back was facing him. Her figure was delicate and adorable.

“What did you see? Elvis deep and domineering voice questioned.

“I saw an ugly little caterpillar.” Olive replied.

Elvis didn’t utter another word.

“Don’t get me wrong, the little caterpillar I’m talking about is your scar.” Olive quickly added.

“What else did you want to see?” Elvis teased.

Olive turned to face him, and she kicked his thigh severally.

Elvis didn’t evade her kick. He was strong and her kicks didn’t hurt him.

Elvis reached out and wrapped his arms around her smooth shoulder. He pulled her over and held her in his arms. His lips were pressed against her long hair and he placed soft kisses on it.

“Little bit ch.” Elvis muttered under his breathe.

Olive’s fingers curled up and she tightly tugged on his shirt.

Did it hurt? Mr. Augustine, did it hurt when you stabbed yourself?”

“I can’t remember the feeling exactly. But at that time, all I thought about was you.”

Didn’t you think of Pamela as me? Isn’t it a psychedelic medicine that she sprayed?”

Elvis pulled her hand and kissed it tenderly.

I remembered your pink nail polish. I closed my eyes and imagined that your fingers were on my belt. I really thought that it was you, but when her hands landed on my belt, I had quickly regained my senses. I was scared and sweating profusely. I remembered that you once told me that immediately I go down with another woman, that you won’t want me anymore. I was really was scared of losing you.” Elvis explained calmly.

Olive’s eyes turned red, and she was about to cry.

“Didn’t you you scared that you would ruin

think about the outcome of cutting yourself? Were yourself? I’d rather you cheat than hurt yourself.”

Elvis fiercely kissed her red lips, he cupped her face with both hands, and murmured,

“Olive, I’m yours. Yours alone.”

Olive closed her eyes and wrapped her two little hands around his neck.

Elvis grabbed her waist and placed her on his thighs and kissed her passionately

Olive halted and blinked in a panic. She pushed him away, lowered her head and stared at his trousers, then she crawled down with her hands and feet.

Elvis turned over and pressed her from behind. Elvis kissed her face and said h oar se ly,

“Why play with me if you can’t keep up with the heat?”

“Mr. Augustine, i just think that it’ll be difficult for you to, you know…” Olive responded calmly.

Elvis reached out and held her on the face.

“Mrs. Augustine, you think that you’re smart, right?”