The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 637 He kissed her

Olive stood obediently in the corner, not daring to move, because in this melee between the men, she had to defend herself first, not dragging Elvis down.

At this moment, a bodyguard threw a bottle of wine at her. Her eyelashes trembled, she quietly touched the silver needle on her waist.

But when her vision darkened, a breath of clean and pure masculinity rushed forward, firmly protecting her in his chest.

With a bang, the bottle shattered.

Olive saw that Elvis had reached out, and now that the black sleeve on his arm had been cut, there was a long bl oody slit inside, making people scared.

He was the one who protected her just now.

He was injured!

Olive gasped, her heart seemed to be gripped by a large hand. She quickly used her small hand to suppress the blood from his wound.

Looking at the woman’s pale face, Elvis’ tall and straight body hidden in the dark, covered in a layer of bl oody hostility, he coldly smirked, ‘Satisfied? So many men have been fighting for you.”

Olive was momentarily speechless.

At this time, the security guards on the yacht and the person called by Raven were quickly present, quickly stabilizing the scene. Raven knocked out two bodyguards and ran over. “Elvis, are you okay?”

“No problem.” Elvis pursed his thin lips, then grabbed Olive’s slender wrist, pulling her away.

Elvis took big steps, Olive struggling to follow behind him. He walked to the door now, and he kicked the door open, pulling her in.

Before Olive could even stand up, she was dragged into the bathroom, pushed to the front of the sink. Then he turned on cold water to wash her wrists.

What was he doing?

What was he crazy about?

quickly frowned

to

men and women. Elvis used his long, slender fingers to squeeze her hand so tightly that she couldn’t move. His beautiful eyes were focused on washing her

Elvis felt dirty.

bloodthirsty fury rose up in his chest again. For some reason, he couldn’t see

his best to

He couldn’t stand it.

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He pressed her against the porcelain wall, his two slender fingers squeezed her petite jaw, then he coldly looked at her: “Did I warn

Messing around?

hastily shook her head,

let out a deep, dangerous laugh from his throat. ‘Then why don’t you show me you

a lot that a lot girls in high-class chubs, of rich men pic throw piles of money on those girls, and let them try their

wider the girls spread their legs, the more they can satisfy the corrupt desires of those men. Olive stared blankly at the man in front of

magazine, which commented that a man of 30 years old really grew up. He must act only have enough money and power, but also have the eyes that can

can’t deny that she really loves this kind of man, but under his

does he mean

he thought of

trembled, and

He still couldn’t accept the fact that

let go of

his injured right arm, meaning she would bandage

the side of the bed, Olive stood in front of him. She bent down to take off his bl oody

Olive’s heart still trembled. This

you hurt?”

dim yellow light

Ile said it hurt.

mouth and blew