The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 426 The people he loved the most were all there
Elvis opened his eyes, hypnotized, and slowly regained consciousness.
“Mr. Augustine, are you all right?” Dr. Kellerman asked with concern.
There was a layer of cold sweat on Elvis’ forehead. His handsome face was pale, there was no longer a trace of blood, and his chest heaved up and down, breathing fast.
Dr. Kellerman frowned and said, “Mr. Augustine, half of your memories have been restored. This half of your memory has recorded all the sweet happy moments between the two of you, but the other half of your memory that opens up your painful past has been pushed back by that half. The recovery of the memory has forced the interruption of the hypnotic diagnosis. This process is very dangerous. Do you want to continue?”
Elvis’ will was quite strong. He tried to wake up, but even Dr. Kellerman couldn’t stop him. If he continues hypnotherapy, he will be treated, but he will be in great pain.
Elvis lay on the rattan chair. He quickly closed his beautiful eyes and regulated his breathing. He remembered half of it. Olive, daughter of the Hart family, married him and became Mrs. Augustine. Turns out her ex-husband was actually him.
Los Angeles recorded all of his and her sweet past.
No wonder when he returned to Imperial, he always felt empty in his heart, not knowing what he had lost, his life as calm as water, neither good nor bad. Until one day she went to Imperial, he was attracted to her, and crazy about her.
She is his Mrs. Augustine!
“Mr. Augustine…Mr. Augustine!” Dr. Kellerman called him.
Elvis focused his eyes on Dr. Kellerman’s face, then heard his question: “Mr. Augustine, would you like to continue the second half of the memory?”
About the second half of the memory..
Elvis hurriedly got up from the bed, pursed his thin lips, and said h oar sely, “I haven’t decided Let’s stop here today.”

Then Elvis strode away.
yet.
Elvis left the company, driving his luxury Rolls-Royce Phantom home. At this moment, the melodious cell phone ringtone rang, it was his personal secretary, Andrew.
Elvis pressed the connect button, and Andrew’s reverent voice quickly came: “President, where are you now? The annual high-level meeting will start in ten minutes, and all senior executives have already been waiting in the VIP hall.”
Elvis looked straight ahead, the bright neon light outside shining on his handsome face through the glossy glass window, reflecting the glare. He said, “Cancel it.”
Andrew on the other end of the line was taken aback. The annual high-level meeting was on schedule. He didn’t know why his president had temporarily canceled it, but he quickly nodded, “Yes, president.”
Elvis hung up the phone, his large hands resting on the steering wheel. He didn’t want to do anything, didn’t want to think about anything. He just wanted to go home to see his Mrs. Augustine!
The streets are unusually busy tonight because today is Christmas.
The street was full of couples holding hands. There were many florists, many boyfriends stopped to buy flowers for girlfriends.
Elvis turned the wheel, parked on the side of the road, opened the driver’s door, and stepped out.
Soon he became the most noticeable man on the street. Tonight he wears a thin black wool coat over
a black suit, steps out of the world’s top luxury car, and looks handsome and decent, every standing posture is like a model posing on the street of England, attracting people’s attention.
The girl’s eyes on the street quickly lit up, and pink bubbles rose.
God, that man is so handsome,” exclaimed a girl.
Elvis was used to these eyes, he walked over to a little girl selling flowers, squatted down, and said softly, “Little girl, I want all these flowers.”
The little girl looked at Elvis with big black eyes and raised a voice as clear as water: “Uncle, you want so many roses. Is it for your girlfriend?”
Elvis reached out and touched the girl’s head, and replied, “No, it’s for my wife.”
The girls on the street opened their mouths and groaned. He was so handsome but he already had a wife. As expected, a good man always belongs to someone else!
The Red Villa.
Elvis parked his luxury Rolls-Royce Phantom on the lawn. From afar he could see the villa was brightly lit at this moment, the door was open, the light inside shone out, and the scene was filled with warmth.
On the lawn, there were two large Christmas trees. On the tree hung twi nkling lights. A slender figure came into view, it was Olive.
Olive tonight wears a long white dress and a short dark red cardigan with classic lantern sleeves, her jet-black hair flowing like silk over her shiny shoulders. From a distance, she was more beautiful than the pure roses he loved..
There were many fireworks on the lawn, Olive held one in each hand and directly pulled the old lady and Betty out of the villa. She began to distribute fireworks, saying, “Grandma, Betty, it will be boring if you stay in there forever. Let’s go out and have a look. Tonight is Christmas, let’s set off fireworks together.”
With that, Olive lit the lighter and lit the fireworks in the hands of the old lady and Betty.