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

hot coals swirling in his throat. He quickly entered

forcefully thrown into the large bathtub, immediately immersed in

water.

Ah!

tub with her hands and feet for a while, and it took her a

with water continuously dripping down. Gasping heavily. Olive raised her

had already wet his trouser legs, but he didn’t mind. He looked down at the nearly furlous

What… What?

Is Your

water just

to

were countless ways to sober someone up, why did he

you’re really… despicable!” Olive clenched her fist

without displaying any regret. “I don’t like wasting time on a drunkard. It’s better if you stay sober before speaking or

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Olive’s determination for victory tonight had been strong. She even drank

She had stolen

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

a large towel and wrapped her up in it,

delicate fingers, gently caressing it. “Elvis, am I not pretty anymore? Is

be as beautiful as before, but she hadn’t changed much in other aspects. She still

feathery eyelashes still glistening with water

bobbed up and down. “Why

Augustine used to be so… lustful, but now you’re not! Hmph, Mr. Augustine really likes beautiful women, the more beautiful

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

tipsy. She looked at Elvis with a dreamy gaze. “Mr.

thrown into the

pulled out of the water, she was completely exhausted. She was weak all over, and Elvis gently laid her on the large bed. She turned over and

her. She had curled her delicate body into a small ball, evidently influenced