The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 417 You must be responsible for me
Elvis is back!
Olive quickly let go of the old woman’s arm, sat up on her own, and didn’t even eat the nest that Betty fed. Her clear pupils peered into Elvis’ handsome face, revealing a slightly unnatural look. Just now she went crazy to agree with Grandma to stay. Why would she stay?
It’s such a shame.
Feeling the atmosphere, Mrs. Samantha stood up and laughed, saying. “Elvis, you’re back. Let’s talk with Olive, We’ll go out first.”
Having said that, Mrs. Samantha winked at Betty and left.
Betty quickly handed half a bowl of bird’s nests to Elvis: “Young master, there are still some bird’s nests. Please invite Olive to eat.”
Then Mrs. Samantha took Betty out.
Only the two of them were left in the room. Elvis sat by the bed, he brought a small spoonful of bird’s nest to her red lips, “Open your mouth.”
Just now Betty also asked her to open her mouth, but the “open your mouth” that came out of his mouth was different. Olive hastily shook her head, “I’m full, I won’t eat.”
Elvis looked at her small hand-sized face. She had just woken up, her cheeks were rosy and her skin was so wet that people just wanted to pinch her.
Her pure black hair was sca ttered now, a few strands still wrapped around her snow-white neck. She wore his white shirt, the loose men’s shirt made her more delicate.
Her clothes were changed by Betty, he didn’t even look, now that her legs were under his silk blanket, he suddenly wondered if she was wearing pants or not.
Her legs were beautiful, white, slim, and straight, which was what he liked.
Elvis’s eyes darkened, and his throat rolled up and down twice. He asked, “Do you want me to change the feeding method?”

Olive suddenly didn’t understand what he was saying, her clear eyes turned dark and wét, looking into his eyes with unparalleled purity, “What?”
Elvis put a mouthful of bird’s nest in his mouth, then put his big hand next to her, his tall handsome body directly suppressed her with an aggressive aura, blocking her red lips.
The sudden kiss made Olive open her eyes wide. Elvis didn’t close his eyes, kept staring at her like this, and could see how she was being bullied by him. Her eyelids were like two small blinking fans that look very cute.
Olive hastily raised her small hands to his chest, wanting to push him away: “Move!”
As soon as she opened her mouth, Elvis gave her a mouthful of bird’s nest.
Olive’s pupils constricted, and now she understood what he meant by “Do you want to change the feeding method?”. Because she didn’t prepare in advance, she directly swallowed the mouthful of the bird’s nest he fed.
Only then did Elvis slowly let go of her.
Olive raised her small hand and wiped her red lips. If she hadn’t swallowed the nest, she would have spit it out and returned it to him. She looked up at him and stared, “Elvis, what are you doing? Very
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Chapter 417 You must be responsible for me
unhygienic!”
Elvis was the most hygienic person and had a habit of being clean, but in front of her, he liked to feed her like that.
Elvis looked at her angry expression. She was like a ruffled kitten with no resistance. He pursed his thin lips in an evil arc, “You’re my woman, I can do whatever I want to you!”
“What? When did I become your woman?” Olive looked at the domineering and powerful man in front of her in surprise.
“You’re in my bed, so, of course, you’re my woman.”
“You…”
“Not only that, the nest you ate just now is mine, the white dress you wear is also mine, your food and clothing are all mine, don’t you even admit that you are my woman? I won’t spend money to support other people’s women.”
Olive was silenced by this sentence. She knew she had never lost a battle of words. Usually, she would push others to the ground and step on them. However, she had never won a battle against Elvis.
This man is her enemy.
“So I’ll go.” Olive lifted the blankets and prepared to get out of bed.
But Elvis wrapped his arms around her soft waist, pushing her down on the large soft bed, his tall handsome body covering hers. He looked down at her, saying, “My bed is not a place for anyone who wants to go up and get down freely.”
Olive was trapped under him, and what remained in her nostrils was the clean, clear masculine breath of his body. His scent was very fragrant, and it was a scent she liked and haunted in her
memory.
When she was in Los Angeles, she slept with him in the same bed, opening her eyes every morning in his arms. These days she didn’t dare to remember that good time, now she is sleeping in his bed, surrounded by him. A pleasant aura made Olive’s whole body soften, and her hand-sized beautiful little face showed two faint blushes.