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 the bathroom in the rest area and then

the

water.

Ah!

paddled around in the tub with her hands and feet for a while, and it took

continuously dripping down. Gasping heavily. Olive raised her head and looked at Elvis with a mixture of shock

moment, Elvis stood tall and upright by the bathtub. The cold water had already wet his trouser legs, but he didn’t mind. He looked down at the nearly furlous Olive. “Are

What… What?

Is Your

cold water

water just to sober

why did he choose such a rough

Olive clenched her fist and

regret. “I don’t like wasting time on a drunkard. It’s better

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

But now, she had failed miserably. She had stolen a chicken

felt very cold, so she pitifully extended her slender arm and looked

large towel and wrapped her up in it,

caressing it. “Elvis, am I not pretty anymore? Is that

as before, but she hadn’t changed much in other

looked at him pitifully, her long, feathery eyelashes still glistening with water droplets,

bobbed up and down. “Why are you asking this?”

really likes beautiful women, the more

of this. He liked her beauty and all the

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

thrown into the

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

into a small ball, evidently influenced by his actions. She was seeking warmth under the