Chapter 743 Be honest!
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
Elvis couldnât admit that he was greedy for her body.
He leaned down and kissed her hair. The sweet fragrance on her body fascinated him. âShall I help you apply the sanitary napkin?â
Olive was stunned. A man like him who ruled the world, would also condescend to help a girl fix her sanitary napkins?
âMmm, no needâ¦â Olive replied.
âThen do you want me to help you wash?â
âWash what?â she asked.
âWash my underwear?â
An image flashed through Oliveâs mind. She imagined her panties being washed and rubbed in his palm. She was embarrassed.
âI donât want you to wash my panties!â She blushed and refused, but she felt happy that the mant beside her was quiet caring-
Elvis used his thin lips to rub against her face. âOlive, arenât you thinking Oliveâs face turned red, she asked in confusion. âWhat?â
too much?â he asked.
âItâs not just your underwear that needs to be washed. Could it be that you donât want to take a shower, I can help youâ¦â
It took Olive a few seconds to understand what he meant. He didnât want to help her wash her panties.
Instead, he wanted to bathe her.
The sweetness from earlier was gone. She quickly bounced off the bed and sat up, smashing her small fist on him.
Elvis wrapped her fist in his palm and smiled, âSometimes itâs self-indulgent to think too much. Your underwear is stained with blood. If you want to lose it, Iâll buy you a new one.â
Olive was dumbfounded. This was the first time she had ever seen a man who would spend a lot of money on clothing.
âMen buy women jewelry and diamonds, and Mr. Augustine will buy me new underwear. Shall I say thank you?â Olive asked, as she rolled her eyes at him.
Elvis knew that she was angry. He quickly stood up and stood by the bedside. He looked at her.
seriously and stretched out his big palm, âDo you want me to wash the panties? Itâs not impossible, but you need to take it off for me now. Iâll wash it for you.â
Olivesâs face blushed. She admitted defeat, she would never be Elvisâs opponent.
She answered with practical actions. She jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom.
She didnât want to be fooled by him!
Olive took a shower and changed into clean clothes before leaving the bathroom.
In the room, Elvis was sitting upright on the edge of the bed.
âYouâre just in time. I got you lemon warm water.â
Olive climbed onto the bed and sniffed his nose, as she frowned in disdain She didnât like to drink lemon water.
Elvis leaned his tall body against the head of the bed, then wrapped one arm around her slender waist and stuffed a warm hot water into her hand. He said softly, âHold your nose and drink it. Drink it and your stomach will feel better.â
Olive pouted and reluctantly took two sip.
âItâs hard to drink. I wonât drink it anymore.â
Elvis looked at her delicate appearance, âHoney, drink more,â he urged.
Olive pushed his big palm away. âIâm not drinking it anymore. Do you know how unpleasant this lemon tastes?!
Elvis reached out and covered her lips with his.
Some seconds later, Elvis ended the deep kiss. He whispered, âItâs not that bad.â
Oliveâs hands pressed against Elvisâs strong chest and she tried to push him away, but Elvis took a mouthful of lemon water and kissed her again. He fed her deeply and forced her to swallow it.
Olive was crushed by him, and there was no room for resistance. Soon, the taste of lemon water filled her mouth, but it was more of a healthy and clean breathe. D amn it, he smelled good.
Elvis gently emptied the content into her mouth, then he placed the empty cup on the bed table. âIn the future, if you want me to feed you personally, say so.â
âYou shouldnât take advantage of me!â she muttered with a frown, as she tried to vomit the lemon water.
Her two small hands grabbed the pajamas on his chest.
Elvis stared at her darkly.
Olive heart ski pped a beat. Only then did she realize that she shouldnât have said that.
She quickly hugged her stomach. âMy stomach is uncomfortable. I want to sleep.â
Elvis covered her stomach with his big palm. He warned in a low voice, âBe honest, donât stir up trouble!
âI didnât, it was youâ¦
âWhen did I try to take advantage of you? Hold on, I donât understand.â
Elvis felt extremely aggrieved. After she left, she did not even send him a message for several days.
Olive did not dare to move, she did not dare to provoke him, for fear that he would lose his control.
Elvis raised his head and kissed her again.
Olive quickly frowned, but she did not dare word, so she could only endure the grievances.
At this moment, some abnormal voices suddenly came from the next room.
Because the hotel was of low quality, the sound insulation was not good either.
Olive shivered as she looked at the man behind her.
Elvisâs handsome face had turned dark.
He reached out and smashed something against the wall.
The voice in the next room quickly became more quiet.
Olive couldnât help it, she smiled.
Elvis grabbed her soft waist. âWhat are you laughing at? Donât laugh!â
âOh,â Olive held back herself, but after a while, she laughed again.
Elvis was about to teach her a lesson, but his phone suddenly rang out.
It was so late but someone still called him.
âMr. Augustine, your phone is ringing.â
âDonât worry about it.â
Olive looked at him, and then she asked, âMr. Augustine, is this call from Naomi?â