The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 428 He called her Mrs. Augustine

Olive looked up at the man in front of her. Elvis has just finished taking a shower, wearing dark blue silk

pajamas. Now his short hair is soaking wet, without a towel, and dripping with water.

The man covered by the refreshing mist of water had disappeared from his usual indifference and

became more youthful and handsome which made one blush.

Olive, who was already filled with anger, was suppressed by his harmless handsome face, her voice

unconsciously becoming soft, “Elvis, what’s wrong with you? Why did you ask Betty to call me up? Now

that Grandma and Betty know, it’s okay if I’m away often, but how will I see them later?”

Elvis stared at her pretty little face, and replied, “Why are you so fierce? Why didn’t you go up when I

told you? Besides, Grandma and Betty are both experienced people, what we will do is normal.”

Shameless man!

Olive clenched her small fist and punched him hard on the shoulder.

A gasp sounded.

Elvis saw that she was angry, her skin was thin and she was very shy. So he pretended to groan in

pain and pressed on his injured right arm again.

As

expected, Olive was immediately deceived. She forgot that she was still angry, hurriedly looked at his

right arm, and asked, “What’s wrong with you? Are you okay? I just hit very lightly…”

“Here.” Elvis took out something and gave it to her.

Olive looked down and saw a big red apple in his hand. She looked at him in surprise, asking, “Did you

call me to give me an apple?”

“Don’t you want to eat apples on Christmas Eve? This is yours.”

Olive took the apple with her small hand, “Thank you.”

“Take a bite to see if it’s sweet.” He whispered.

Now his hard chest was in front of the door panel and hers. He was so tall, blocking her light. Their

bodies pressed together. He stared at her hotly, wanting her to take a bite of an apple.

Olive bowed her head and took a bite of an apple.

“Is it sweet?”

Olive nodded, “Yes, it is. I’ll give you a bite.”

Olive brought the apple to his lips.

Elvis didn’t eat, his long fingers threading through her hair cupping her cheeks, then he kissed her red

lips.

Her lips were fragrant and sweet, with the sweet juice of apples.

Olive didn’t expect that he would kiss her. As she froze, he wrapped his free arm around her slender

waist and lifted her up.

Olive couldn’t hold the apple firmly, and with a “pop”, the apple fell to the ground.

“My apple!”

At this point, Elvis tightened his grip on her arms, mercilessly wrapped around her soft, easily broken

waist. His low, h oar se voice covered her ears, “Forget the apple, wrap your legs around my

waist.”

Olive shivered, “Elvis, you didn’t ask me to come up and give me an apple. I thought you were so

nice…”

Elvis hissed, interrupting her again, “Hurry, my arm hurts.”

She couldn’t get past the excuse about his arm, hastily reached out her small arms to wrap around his

neck, and her slender legs wrapped around his solid waist, but this pose… was so shady. Olive raised

her clear eyes to look at him expectantly, only to see Elvis’s narrow, deep, dark eyes in the light of the

lamp, burning with passion inside, like molten liquid about to melt her.

He acted very strangely tonight, as if stimulated by something, extremely excited.

“Elvis, what’s wrong with you?” Olive asked.

Elvis slowly raised his right hand and stretched his slender index finger in front of her.

The movement was silent, waiting for her reaction.

Olive looked at this slender index finger, then raised her soft little hand, gently grasped his index finger,

and pulled his index finger into her soft palm.

Two faint red flames jumped out from the bottom of Elvis’s eyes, his muscles tensed, he couldn’t

contain the turmoil in his heart, his thin lips moved, h oar se low voice said: “Mrs. Augustine.”

Mrs. Augustine.

After such a long time, Olive heard a familiar voice calling Mrs. Augustine.

He called her Mrs. Augustine!

Olive’s pupils contracted and enlarged, “Elvis, you..

Elvis didn’t want to scare her. His memory was incomplete, he didn’t want to tell her. He pursed his lips,

“You’re my little bride, aren’t you, Olive?”

Twenty years ago, the little girl who had just been born, clutching his index finger, smiling sweetly at

him, was her.

Twenty years later, she entered The Red Villa and became his Mrs. Augustine.

The pearly pink baby face carved in his mind overlapped the pretty little face in front of him. Just now,

Olive thought he had regained his memory, but now she discovers that he is talking about his

childhood. She couldn’t remember clearly, but he still remembered after all these years.

“Olive,” Elvis frowned and kissed her fragrant forehead softly, his hard body pressed against hers,

pressing hard, his aching heart unbearable and he wanted to share it with her. He could only say one

more time in the end, “You’re mine. You were born to be mine. Here, you’ve taken all the space, you

know that?”

Elvis took her small hand, placing it over his heart. Through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the

beat of his heart, over and over again, strong and full of life. Her palm was numb from shock.

Olive also felt that under her soft palm, his muscles were as hard as iron.

He said she filled his heart.

At this moment, his heart beat furiously for her.

Olive’s whole body was soft. In front of her was the man she liked and loved deeply. To be lugged by

him like this, and to hear his sweet words of love, no girl could refuse.

Olive bit her red lips, used her small hands to hug his neck, then actively bit his thin lips.

The Substitute Bride: Jded by My Billionaire Husband

Elvis placed his large hands on her shiny shoulders and suddenly shoved her into the door.

Olive looked at him bewildered, “What’s wrong with you?”

Elvis took out something and directly covered her face.

Olive’s heart ski pped a beat. It was a veil.

He…

Elvis didn’t give her a chance to think, because the next second he was kissing her hard, kissing her

bright red lips through the veil.

Olive didn’t know why he was so agitated. He kissed like a storm. Olive’s breath was taken away in an

instant. She felt like a boat floating on the sea, she could only use her strength to cling to him, so

as not to sink.