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 the

water.

Ah!

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

raised her head and looked at Elvis with a mixture of shock and anger. “Elvis, have you gone crazy?”

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

What… What?

Is Your

he throw her into cold water just to

to

were countless ways to sober someone up, why did he choose

really… despicable!” Olive clenched her fist

displaying any regret. “I don’t like wasting time on a drunkard. It’s better if you stay sober before

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for victory tonight had been strong. She

She

slender arm and looked at him, “I’m so cold, can you carry me out?”

large towel and wrapped her up in it, then lifted her horizontally.

touched his handsome face with her delicate fingers, gently caressing it. “Elvis, am I not pretty anymore? Is that why you don’t like

much in other aspects. She still attracted

she looked at him pitifully, her long, feathery eyelashes still glistening with water droplets, trembling slightly. She was truly

Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “Why are you asking this?”

Mr. Augustine really likes beautiful women, the more beautiful the better. You’re such a shallow, smelly man!”

He liked her

at Elvis with a dreamy gaze. “Mr. Augustine, do you really not

Olive was once again thrown into

She was weak all over, and Elvis gently laid her on the large bed. She turned

had curled her delicate body into a small ball, evidently influenced by his actions. She was