The Substitute Bride: Doted by My billionaire Husband by Sumpto Midway
Chapter 16 Is that what you want?
Olive looked at him. The tall man stood against the door. Olive’s eyes quickly trailed
down. An expensive leather belt was tied around his waist.
Realizing that she had been led astray by North, Olive quickly blinked in a bid to control
her thoughts. She lifted up her eyes and said to him. “Mr. Augustine, why are you
standing over there?
“I think I saw a little pussy cat, meowing in here.” Elvis muttered not taking his gaze
away from her. “And the cat was meowing. I wanna have sex.“”
Hearing those words, Olive turned to around and threw the towel which was in her
hands at him. The towel hit his face and fell to the ground.
Elvis let out a sweet laugh. Olive reached out and closed the door. But his knee were
half bent and he pressed against it. “Are you angry?”
Olive snorted and ignored him.
“I’m going to travel for a business trip, and I’ll be away for some days.”
Olive lifted her eyes. “Is he really traveling?”
“When are you leaving?” Olive asked in a calmer tone.
I’ll be leaving soon.”
“So fast?… Then you need to get some rest, so you wouldn’t be tired.”
“Is that all you have to say?” Elvis queried with furrowed brows.
Olive pondered for a while. She really didn’t have anything else to say, she nodded
Elvis grabbed her carpus and pulled it gently. Olive’s body stumbled directly into his
embrace.
Olive quickly disengaged from the unplanned hug. “What are you doing?”
Before she could finish speaking, he dragged her little hand and placed it on his waist.
Her soft palms touched his strong muscles through the thin fabric. She hastily wanted to
retract her hands.
But Elvis held unto her and did not allow her retreat. “Is this what you want?” Elvis deep
voice sounded in her ears.
Olive knew that he was acting according to what he heard, and she even felt more
embarrassed. “Mr. Augustine, we were just kidding. Let me go!”
A knock was heard on the door, Henry respectfully said from outside. “Young Master,
your private jet is ready. It’s
time to leave.”
Elvis released her hand, “Don’t stare at there next time. If you have any problems that
you can’t solve, just give me a
call.”
With that. Elvis left.
Olive showered and went to bed. She took her phone and changed the topic of the
conversation with North.
North finally sent a message to her, “Don’t worry, although I have to continue shooting a
while at abroad. I’ve already had someone dig up Monica’s old juicy history. It will take
some time for she’s not so stupid to let anyone find them out. Later, I’ll come back and
we’ll tear that bitch Pamela up together!”
Olive bade her goodnight and needed to sleep. But Olive couldn’t sleep, when she shut
her eyes, all she saw were flashes of flvis pulling her into his arms and touching his
waist with her hands.
She thought of what he implied by “Don’t stare at there next time.”
She didn’t think too much of it as she remembered his last sentence, “If you have any
problem that you can’t solve. just give me a call.”
Olive closed her eyes and suddenly felt at peace as she drifted off to sleep.
Olive was awoken by the ringing of her phone. She opened her eyes and grabbed her
phone which laid on the pillow beside her.
“Hello.” She said into the phone as she let out a yawn.
“Hello, Olive, it’s me. Sorry to disturb your rest.” Monica’s voice sounded over the other
end. Olive could hear a wave of resentment in her tone, but she ignored it and asked
innocently, “Ma, is there anything I can help you with?” “Olive, Today’s Gabriella’s