The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 598 Next time, don’t go out and seduce men

Olive didn’t know what was going on outside. She walked to the bathroom door, raised her hand and knocked.

Just then a deep, magnetic voice said, “Come in.”

Olive put her thin white hand on the doorknob, pushed it open.

Elvis’ tall handsome figure was standing in front of the sink, his slender fingers reaching up to unbutton his shirt.

The two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his se xy collarbone. Olive glanced at it, quickly averted her gaze, coughed and said, “Mr. Augustine, it’s not good for you to sleep here tonight, okay?”

Elvis glanced at her in the mirror. Her slender figure was standing at the door, her small face tilted, as if not looking at him to avoid suspicion, but he saw half of her face, beautiful and gentle. From this angle, her petite face was unnaturally red.

She came to chase him away.

“Is there something wrong with me sleeping here?” He asked back.

He knew why!

“Mr. Augustine, do you think it’s good for a lonely man and a widow to be in the same room?”

“Oh, are you afraid… I will sleep with you?”

Was she afraid he would sleep with her?

Hearing these words, Olive quickly turned her head to look at him. She blushed, raised her eyelids, “Mr. Augustine, don’t tell me you don’t want to sleep with me?”

Elvis’ movements were non-stop. He continued to slowly unbutton his shirt, replying, “Yes, but I don’t like forcing others. Even if I want to, I want you to voluntarily sleep with me.”

“Ha ha,” Olive pursed her red lips with a smile, “It’s always good to have a dream, Mr. Augustine. Just wait.”

Yes, she is arrogant.

She is his little cat.

that woman outside for you, and I can be considered your benefactor. Is this how you treat your

without you,

clarity, her clear eyebrows were alluring more because of her intelligence and composure.

“What?”

you seduce her

“No…”

taking off his white shirt, “Do you

a hint of

don’t go

it… you look innocent on the outside, but deep inside…

clenched into fists. Although the fat woman said these words, he asked her over and over

“Elvis, you…”

suddenly darkened. The man

the warm breath of the

the shirt over

nose. Olive stretched out her slender white hands and hurriedly pulled down the white shirt on her head, staring at the man with her bright eyes. She asked, “Elvis, what

looked at her loose hair, her clear and watery eyes. She was still as charming

like a cat’s claw scratching

lips, “Next time, if you go out to flirt with men,

What a madman!

reason with him, “Elvis, you met Mr. Mahone this

story of Mr. Mahone. She didn’t seduce Mr. Mahone, but he looked at her and couldn’t take his

Mr. Mahone couldn’t take

showing her charm to him. Three years later, she doesn’t

glanced at the woman with his long, narrow eyes, and said

What?

This is her room!

is he giving her orders with the tone of

“Elvis!”

his handsome eyebrows, his narrow eyes revealing a bit of a grown man’s demeanor, “I know you want to look at me, so I’ll show you

said that, he “clicked” once, removing the belt around his

out a small voice, and quickly