The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 441 Don’t you want to be My Mrs. Augustine?
Olive doesn’t know how much time she has left, how long she can be with him. She just knows every minute and every second is precious, and can’t be wasted.
Olive blushed and nodded quickly, “Yes.”
Elvis’ tall and handsome body slipped through the gap in the door, then he closed the door with his hand, kissing her small, young face, “I’ll take a shower first.”
He stepped into the bathroom, right after that the sound of water gurgling was heard.
Olive poured herself a glass of water, and she felt her heart beat wildly, almost to her throat. Actually, she had done those intimate and shy things with him, but such a formal date was still the first time. She was very nervous.
At this time, with a “click” sound, the bathroom door opened, inside the refreshing scent of the bathtub along with that handsome and straight figure entered her line of sight.
Elvis took a shower as quickly as possible.
Olive didn’t turn her head, but she looked up at the polished glass window in front of her and saw him in the window. Elvis, who had finished showering, wore a black shirt, all buttons unbuttoned, revealing his solid and noble body, underneath a pair of black trousers…
Olive’s slender eyelids quivered, and now he had walked over, reached for the glass of water from her hand, and set it on the table.
His large hand landed on her slim waist, and he lowered his head and began to kiss her long hair. Olive used her white teeth to bite her red lips, asking, “Why did you take a shower so fast? Are you clean?”
“Yes, if you don’t believe me, let’s see.” Elvis reached out, lifted her across, and laid her on the large
soft bed.
Olive moved a little, and at this moment her vision darkened, and he raised his hand, slipped his fingers into hers, and interlaced them.
He raised his handsome eyebrows, didn’t rush to kiss her, his voice low and h oar se, every minute. seductive, “Olive, let’s remarry.”
He said, Olive, let’s remarry.

Olive hasn’t thought about remarrying yet, and with her current body, she fears she won’t be able to remarry.
Elvis’ thin, flexible lips moved slowly to her snow-white earlobes, h oar sely said: “Olive, why don’t you say? Don’t you want to be my Mrs. Augustine?”
He leaned close to her earlobe to talk, the clean, fresh male breath on her delicate skin, her body immediately emerged a layer of pink.
Did she want to be his Mrs. Augustine?
Yes, of course.
Olive felt weak all over her body, and her bright eyes filled with a layer of clear water, “Mr. Augustine, is this your proposal? Isn’t it too perfunctory? I disagree. This time you have to carefully pursue me first, I want to see your performance!”
Elvis pursed his thin lips, answering, “Okay, I’ll surely try.”
Chapter 441 Don’t you want to be My Mrs. Augustine?
He bent down to kiss her.
Olive knew he wasn’t serious, her “performance” wasn’t the “performance” in his mouth, and she smiled away, “Mr. Augustine, your face is a good thing, don’t lose it.”
“You are my Mrs. Augustine, so I don’t need shame.”
This is really the first time Olive has seen such a straight and shameless man!
Certainly Mr. Augustine!
At this point, Elvis reached out to undo the thin strap of her dress, and Olive quickly thought of something, asking. “Mr. Augustine, do you have… that?”
“What is that?”
“It’s just… to prevent pregnancy. I’ve been in my fertile window for two days now. I’m afraid of getting pregnant.”
Elvis looked at her charming little face, frowned and said: “If you are pregnant, let’s give birth to a baby. I will raise the both of you.”
“But…” Her current physical condition was absolutely impossible to conceive.
“But what?” Elvis lifted her slender legs, letting them wrap around his strong waist, coaxing in a deep, husky voice: “Don’t you want to have a baby for me? You will hear me two children.”
“BUL..”
Elvis lowered his head to block her red lips, “Little liar, you just like to deceive me. Now let me see if you’re not being honest with your body. After I treat you, you will be honest.”
Olive’s small head was pushed to the head of the bed, his large hand quickly covered her forehead, overbearing but showing love and pity. Olive hastily closed her eyes, she felt herself turning into a pool of water.
Midnight.
There was a dim lamp on the bedside cabinet in the room, softly illuminating the room.
A tall and muscular man was pressing on a slim woman, their two bodies covered under a blanket, the man’s thin flexible lips kissing the woman’s red lips, asking for her too much.
At this moment, the mobile ringtone rang, it was Olive’s phone.
Olive’s slender eyelashes trembled. She opened her dreamy eyes, her soft and seductive face was red, her delicate eyebrows and eyes full of autumn waves, like a begonia flower that was weakly beaten by the rain after being taken care of by a man.
Her two soff white hands rested on the man’s broad chest, her clear voice tinged with tenderness: “President Augustine, the phone…”