The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

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Olive was taken aback. Aunt Davina was really quick and straightforward, immediately asking Elvis if he’d married.

Elvis’ handsome face was devoid of any emotion. He glanced at Aunt Davina and then pursed his thin lips: “It’s not your business whether I’m married or not.”

Olive looked at Elvis in surprise. This is really dare to ask, dare to hate.

Aunt Davina smiled sheepishly and said, “Mr. Hart, the thing is my daughter, Tiffany, saw your extraordinary appearance and fell in love with you at first sight. If you are not married, then my daughter…”

Aunt Davina didn’t have time to finish her sentence, Elvis’ narrow, quiet eyes looked at the shy Tiffany and callously said: “I’m not interested in you. I already have someone in my heart.”

Tiffany’s embarrassed expression quickly froze. After all, she was a girl. Being bluntly and mercilessly rejected by Elvis, her beautiful face immediately turned pale, and tears of humiliation rolled down her face.

“Olive, go back.” Elvis turned around and walked into the cabin without looking back.

“Okay.” After watching the play, Olive hurried in.

Elvis and Olive refused Aunt Davina’s meat, and soon they both stared at the two bowls of steamed rice in disbelief.

Since childhood, Elvis has been a son of heaven, born with a golden spoon, in a family of five-star chefs, and has a very high standard of living. Looking at the white rice in front of him, he frowned, “Olive, is this what you cook?”

“President Augustine, haven’t you heard that smart women can’t cook? Without vegetables and meat, how can I cook?” Olive said. She didn’t want to endure this man’s temper. What about her as a princess?

This time, Elvis frowned tightly.

Olive picked up her chopsticks and took a delicate sip of rice. Then she said, “Mr. Augustine, Aunt Davina has meat and vegetables. Why did you refuse her just now? Can you go after her now?”

Elvis’s hawk eyes immediately fell on her small face: “You mean… you want me to give myself?”

“That’s right.” Olive nodded, “Anyway, for the past three years, Mr. Augustine, you’ve certainly been good at h ooking up with these women.”

“Olive, don’t you think that’s strange?”

“No.”

years between me and those women were all fake,

What?

hand holding the chopsticks stiffened for a moment. She raised her head in surprise, looking at him puzzled,

are, “Olive, you’re good at pretending. If there’s something wrong with your

Whenling at

that. Elvis got up and

He went away.

The words he just said kept ringing in her ears, “If I said, the things between me and the women for the past three years were all fake, would

He…?

and the calm lake in her heart seemed to have been thrown by him with a small stone, creating

No.

She didn’t believe it.

her in a closet to listen to the moans

must have lied

He must have lied!

wait for Elvis, and after

Where did he go?

went to

river. He was standing in

boys and girls in the tribe were splashing water in

He was dressed in black, tall, and all around him was a clean and indifferent demeanor. The

him, and then more and more girls poured

tightly, revealing his solid chest and perfectly

belt was tied around his waist. Olive couldn’t look down.

not exaggerated like a fitness trainer’s but looks noble and

came here…

sat calmly on a large rock, her snow-white feet touching the

glanced sideways at Elvis. He was surrounded by a group of women. She saw his swagger, tsk tsk, straight but strong shoulders. His waist was narrower and

sly eyes, then whistled per v