The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 338 A worn out shoes.
Of course, he didn’t remember, how would he remember when the memories were taken away by her.
Also, did he just refer to her allegation as a dirty allegation?
Sure enough, he hated her!
However, since he hated her so much, why did he keep pestering her?
Olive looked at his cold and handsome face, and then she retorted,
“I’m not spewing trash. How is it possible that I defiled someone as pure and clean as Mr. Augustine!”
“What does that mean?” Elvis questioned, as he frowned in displeasure.
“It’s you who claimed that I slept with you, and now it’s you who claims that I’m lying. As a girl, how can you speak so badly like this? Olive, you are shameless, aren’t you?”
“It’s none of your business if I chose to be shameless. By the way, Mr. Augustine is still a virgin, right?” Olive queried but had instantly realized that she shouldn’t have.
He had lost the memory of them making out. Olive couldn’t decipher if Elvis still considered himself a virgin. She regretted bringing it up.
Elvis’s body stiffened. He had indeed never touched a woman. Before her, there was something wrong with his body, which made him sexually uninterested in women.
Elvis concluded and felt that he was still a virgin.
Looking at Elvis’s awkward expression, Olive seemed to have gotten his response.
“Aren’t you engaged to Crystal? Haven’t you two been sleeping with each other?”
Elvis felt a little humiliated. He was a twenty-eight years old who had never had sex.

Elvis thought that his current situation was laughable, and that Olive would mock him if she knew.
“Crystal and I are kinda taking things slowly. You know, we want to keep the most beautiful things. for our wedding night. We’re not like you, who casually sleep with men. Since you’re Marvin’s fiancee, I’m certain that Marvin has slept with you already. And Derrick? He too must have slept with you.” Elvis said confidently.
Olive quickly got two pieces of information. First, he hadn’t had sex with Crystal yet. Second, he thought that she was in a relationship with Derrick Rodriguez.
“How did you know about Derrick?” Olive swiftly changed the topic.
“Elvis, were you outside our room that night?” Olive stared at Elvis with her bright eyes. It wasn’t a question, but an affirmation. She was certain that he was right outside her door.
He actually went in search of her!
Elvis didn’t want to talk about what transpired that night.
Elvis concluded that Olive was a bad girl who didn’t love herself. He wondered how she could pretend to be pure before him. Elvis wondered if he looked naive to Olive.
Did he look like a fool to her?
“Why? Are you afraid? Are you afraid that I’ll tell Marvin about this? If Marvin knows that he had picked up a worn out shoe, I’m not sure if he would still want you!”
Worn out shoes?
He actually used those disdainful words on her!
Olive face hastily reddened, she wanted telling the truth, but she chose not to.
“Mr. Augustine, since I’m a ragged shoe, why are you still pestering a ragged shoe?”
Looking at her made Elvis more annoyed.
“You’re that little girl back then, aren’t you? If your mother knew that this is what you’ve become, wouldn’t it hurt her badly?”
Olive finally understood why he had cornered her, it was only because she was the little girl back then!
She used to be his little bride!
When Elvis was in Los Angeles, he had told her about that little girl. He hadn’t forgotten about that little girl throughout his stay on earth. Because that little girl was whom his mother wanted for him. At that time, Olive was jealous of the little girl. It didn’t at any time cross her mind that the little girl was actually herself.
Olive slowly stretched out her slender white hand, leaned against him, and then grabbed his index finger. Was that how she held him back then?
Elvis’s eyes darkened. He vividly remembered this action.
“What are you trying to do?” Elvis asked h oar sely.
“It’s me who should be asking you that. Mr. Augustine, what are trying to do? And so what if I was the little girl back then? Could it be that you’ve been thinking about me?” Olive quickly released his index finger.
Although she had let go of his finger, the warmth of her hand lingered on his index finger.
Elvis reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her into his arms.
His narrow eyes stared darkly at her, as though he was a ferocious hunter who was staring at his prey.
Olive was no stranger to his gaze. It was lustful.
Did he actually wanted having sex with her because she was the little girl?