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.

and I

even without you, I will

more because of her intelligence and composure. Elvis

“What?”

you seduce her

“No…”

off his white

she’d noticed a hint of vanity in his

598 Next time, don’t

on the outside, but deep inside…

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

“Elvis, you…”

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

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

the

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

her loose hair, her clear and watery eyes. She was

a cat’s claw scratching

“Next time, if you go out

What a madman!

met Mr. Mahone this afternoon, and I never spoke to him. How

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

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

that she was showing her charm to him. Three years later, she doesn’t need to wiggle her fingers anymore,

this moment, Elvis stretched his thumb and index finger on the metal belt, glanced at the woman with his long,

What?

This is her room!

her orders with the tone of

“Elvis!”

Elvis raised his handsome eyebrows, his narrow eyes revealing a bit of a grown man’s demeanor, “I know

once, removing

let out a small voice, and quickly