The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 59 Give Me A Kiss

Olive was betrayed when she was young and lost everyone who loved her. And now, she cherished

everyone. around her, such as North, and Mrs. Samantha.

Olive happily carried the pile of snacks, she pulled the old lady’s hand.

“Okay, grandma, let’s go watch TV and eat the snacks.”

Elvis arrived quite early today. The maid opened the villa’s door. Elvis changed his shoes at the entrance

and walked into the living room. He immediately sighted Olive who sat on the soft couch.

Olive was wearing a lavender suspender skirt and a creamy white plush cardigan. The skirt was neatly

covered around her knees. Her two beautiful white legs were curled to one side.

An unsealed snack was in her left hand and in her right hand was a piece of dried sweet potato. Her

eyes were glued to the TV.

Mrs. Samantha sat on the opposite sofa, she lifted her head and saw Elvis.

“Elvis, you’re home so early today. It’s barely six.”

“Grandma, I had just missed you.” Elvis teased and unbuttoned his suit.

Mrs. Samantha put a potato chip into her mouth.

“Stop teasing grandma. You’re here because you missed Olive, right?”

Elvis looked at Olive. Olive turned her head and stared at him.

“You’re back” She muttered softly.

“Yup. I am.” Elvis nodded.

“Oh, okay.” Olive seemed to have been lost of words. She took her gaze away from him. She dipped her

hand into the dried sweet potato and took a handful.

Elvis walked over and squatted in front of her.

“Do you want me to eat?” He asked aloud.

Olive stared down at him.

“It’s dried sweet potato, grandma bought it. Do you want to eat it?”

Elvis was aware that it was dried sweet potatoes. When he approached her, he could smell the aroma.

He was never interested in snacks, but the one she was eating seemed to be very good.

Elvis furrowed his brows.

“I’ll try it.”

His eyes fell on the dried sweet potato in her hand. It was obvious that he wanted to taste what she was

eating, and he had no plans to do it himself. He needed her to feed him.

Olive had already understood what he meant. She stuffed the dried sweet potato into her mouth, then

pushed the snack bag into his arms.

“There you go…

Elvis’s eyes darkened. Mrs. Samantha put the snacks on the little table beside her, then stood up and

walked into the dining room.

“Olive, dinners ready, come eat.” Mrs. Samantha announced from the kitchen.

Olive wanted getting up, but Elvis kept the snack bag on the tiled floor. His hands clasped her back and

took her directly into his arms. He smiled and muttered.

“What’s the matter? You wouldn’t even feed me snacks.”

Olive pressed her hands against his chest and struggled.

“What are you doing? Let go. Someone is watching. Grandma said that food is ready.”

There indeed was a maid in the living room who witnessed the scene. The maid quickly walked into the

kitchen

with a smile.

Elvis didn’t let go of her. He lowered his head and leaned towards her face.

“Then give me a kiss first.”

“No!” Olive protested and pushed him away. She stood up and walked hastily into the dinning.

Elvis chuckled and took off his tic. He felt that all she wanted was for him to carry her to the room like he

did the previous day, pull the sheets of the bed, sit her on his laps, and kiss her fiercely.

He heard Olive’s beautiful voice.

“Grandma, I won’t be home for dinner. A good friend of mine is arriving LA today, I’m heading to the

airport to pick her up.”

“Okay, Olive, I’ll let the driver take you there. If your friend wants, she can come over and stay here for

some days, just to keep you company.” The old lady said quickly.

“Okay, grandma. I’ll sure let her know.”

Elvis walked over and said.

“I’ll take you to the airport.”

“No need.” Olive wanted rejecting his offer.

Elvis looked at her. Olive knew better than letting the old lady know that they weren’t on good terms.

“Oh, no problem. Thank you.” She hastily added.

The both walked out of the kitchen.

The butler. Mr. Henry mumbled,

“Madam, I think the relationship between the two is quite weird.”

Mrs. Samantha picked up her spoon and glanced at him.

“You better keep to your work.”

Mr. Henry could only go back to his duty.

Olive got into the Rolls–Royce Phantom and sat in the passanger’s seat.

The car drove smoothly into the bustling traffic. Olive turned her head and stared at the glass window. LA

was really beautiful at dawn.

Elvis’s voice sounded, “Are you angry with me for that one million stuff?”

“No, I’m not. You worked hard for your money. I didn’t contribute a penny, so I don’t have the right to

interfere with what you choose to do with it.”

“Would you believe me if I said that nothing happened between me and Pamela, and that I’ve only met

her a few times?”

Olive turned to look at Elvis who was driving.

“Mr. Augustine, are you telling me that Pamela isn’t attractive? Or should I be laughing at your stupid

joke?”

Elvis’s eyes became gloomy, and his deep voice scolded.

“Mrs. Augustine, you can be angry and play with me, but don’t say nonsense. You don’t not know who I

find attractive, and want to have sex with.”

Olive turned her head back to the window without uttering another word.

Silence had engulfed the car.

Elvis continued,

“Pamela once saved me. I promise her three things. The first was to send her abroad. The second is to

invest in Hart’s medical.‘

Olive raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her car, then pouted her red lips,

“So, she just has to request and you’ll grant her wish, right? Well, it won’t be surprising if Pamela’s third

request is for you to marry her. So, if she request that, will you marry her?”

Elvis looked at her beautiful and calm face.

“I’m already married to Olive, how can I marry her? Or, do you want to push me to another woman?”