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.

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

without you, I

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

“What?”

seduce

“No…”

white shirt, “Do you like

she’d noticed a hint of vanity in his

don’t go out and seduce

you look innocent on the outside, but

hands that hung at her side quickly clenched into fists. Although the fat woman said these words, he asked

“Elvis, you…”

The man threw the white shirt

shirt had just been taken off, the thin material still lingered on the warm breath of the man. The clean masculine breath of the man brushed against her,

the shirt over

Olive stretched out her slender white hands and hurriedly pulled down the white shirt on her head, staring

and watery eyes. She was

cat’s

his thin lips, “Next time, if you go out

What a madman!

“Elvis, you met Mr. Mahone this afternoon, and I never spoke to him.

didn’t seduce Mr. Mahone, but he looked at her

Mr. Mahone

him. Three years later, she doesn’t need to wiggle her fingers anymore, those men will become her

on the metal belt, glanced at the woman

What?

This is her room!

her orders with

“Elvis!”

grown

“clicked” once, removing the belt around his

out a small voice,