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.

you, and I can be considered your benefactor. Is

you, I

bit of clarity, her clear eyebrows were alluring more because of her intelligence

“What?”

seduce her

“No…”

Elvis half-smiled, taking off his white

thinking she’d noticed a hint of vanity in his

598 Next time, don’t go

you look innocent on the outside, but deep inside…

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

“Elvis, you…”

she finished her words, her eyes suddenly darkened. The man threw the white shirt he

the thin material still lingered on the warm breath of the man. The clean masculine breath of the man brushed against her, making

threw the

shirt on her head, staring at the man with her bright eyes. She asked, “Elvis, what are you

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

felt like a cat’s

slowly pursed his thin lips, “Next time, if you go out to flirt with men, the punishment won’t

What a madman!

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

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

taking pictures, Mr. Mahone couldn’t take his eyes

him. Three years later, she

stretched his thumb and index finger on the metal belt, glanced at the woman with his long, narrow eyes, and said

What?

This is her room!

he giving her orders

“Elvis!”

eyes revealing a bit of a grown man’s demeanor, “I know you want to look

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

out a small voice, and quickly