The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 673: Levi Is Your Son!

He had always been the one to take the initiative between them. This time, she had taken the unprecedented step of being so forward, yet he had actually avoided her and kept her from getting

close.

Olive felt embarrassed!

She clenched her fist and gave him a hard punch, “Elvis, what are you doing? Why won’t you let me kiss you? I want to kiss you”

Elvis blinked his handsome eyes and used his large hand to gently push her soft waist, trying to maintain some distance. With her clinging so weakly to him, he was exerting his utmost self–control to restrain his impulses.

Her drunken appearance resembled that of a little cat, adorably cute and a bit willful. He hadn’t let her kiss him, but she had managed to plant a kiss on his face.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he observed her flushed face. “Olive, are you trying to get yourself drunk to do something naughty with me?”

Elvis was on the verge of laughter. When they were in the Royal city, she had tried to use aphrodisiacs on him. Now she had gotten herself drunk to offer herself to him. She was continuously coming up with ways to embarrass him.

Olive was in a daze, “What did you say?”

Little drunkard!

Elvis reached out and lifted her horizontally, carrying her towards the bathroom.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Olive tightly wrap her arms around his neck. “Where are you taking me?

“To take a bath.”

“Ah, a bath?” Olive quickly revealed a shy smile. “Elvis, you’re so naughty. You actually want to take a bath with me.”

As she spoke, Olive smiled foolishly, “Well then, I can help you scrub your back-”

She blinked her long, feathery eyelashes, looking at him with a mischievous expression

quickly entered the bathroom in the rest area and then

thud, Olive was forcefully thrown into the large bathtub, immediately immersed in

water.

Ah!

in the tub with her hands and feet for

raised her head and looked at Elvis with a mixture of shock and anger.

trouser legs, but he didn’t mind. He looked down at the

What… What?

Levi Is Your

throw her into cold water just to sober

to sober her

sober someone up, why

clenched her fist

her water–splattered face without displaying any regret. “I don’t like wasting time on a drunkard. It’s better if you stay sober

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determination for victory tonight had been strong. She even drank

she had failed miserably. She had stolen a chicken

mood plummeted. She felt very cold, so she pitifully extended her slender arm and looked at him, “I’m so cold, can you

wrapped her up in it,

hand and touched his handsome face with her delicate fingers, gently caressing it. “Elvis, am I not pretty anymore? Is

she hadn’t changed much in other aspects. She still attracted him just as much, which was why he had recognized her.

pitifully, her long, feathery eyelashes still glistening

apple bobbed up and down. “Why are you

be so… lustful, but now you’re not! Hmph, Mr. Augustine really likes beautiful women, the more beautiful the better. You’re such a shallow, smelly man!”

his thin lips. He admitted to all of this. He liked

bright pupils seemed a bit tipsy. She looked at Elvis with a dreamy gaze. “Mr. Augustine, do you really not

was once again thrown

and Elvis gently laid her on the large bed. She turned over and snuggled into the soft blanket, seeking the most comfortable position to

delicate body into a small ball, evidently influenced by his actions. She was seeking