The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband Chapter 108

Chapter 108 Let’s quarrel.
What?
Mr. Henry turned his head and looked at the lemon tree in the back garden.
Mr. Henry was an old man. He was most afraid of eating sour things, and lemon was
top on that list..
“Young master, how about I kneel before you?” Mr. Henry requested with trembling
hands.
He turned to look at the old lady Samantha, beckoning with his eyes for her to help him.
Mrs. Augustine stole a glance at Mr. Henry, indicating to him to hold on and not to panic.
Mrs. Samantha diverted her gaze to Elvis, she said in the kindest tone,
“Elvis, dear, uncle Henry is too old. How can you request him to eat half the tree of
lemon?”
Elvis glanced at the old lady.
“I forgot that grandma likes lemons too. How about you eat half of the tree while uncle
Henry eats the other half?”
Mrs. Samantha tapped powerlessly on the table.
“Henry, this is your fault. As adults, when we do something wrong, it’s expected for us to
take responsibility. So, the lemons are yours.”
Mr. Henry stood speechless and defeated. He felt his feet wobble as he prayed for Elvis
to have a change of mind.
Olive took in a deep breathe. She reached out and tugged at Elvis’s sleeve.
“Grandma, uncle Henry, Elvis is only joking with you both. Right, Mr. Augustine?”
Elvis stared at Olive’s black and crystal eyes. Olive blinked severally, imploring his
concurrence.
A frown appeared on Elvis’s face. Olive not wanting to lose her opportunity of rescuing
the duo, stood on tiptoe and kissed Elvis’s right cheek.
Elvis’s eyebrows relaxed.
In order to take credit for Olive’s hardwork, Mrs. Samantha turned to Mr. Henry and
muttered,
“It’ll be alright, okay?”
Mr. Henry who was previously quivering suddenly swore to always stick around Olive in
the future, for he knew that she alone had such great powers of calming Elvis.
Olive slowly moved away from Elvis. She turned to the old lady and said,
“Grandma, I’ll be upstairs.”
Mrs. Samantha waved her right hand happily.
“Bye, Olive.”
Olive headed upstairs.
“Grandma, I’ll be upstairs too.” Elvis muttered as he followed suit.
Mrs Samantha let out a loud laughter and replied,
“Sure, you both can go ahead.”
Elvis walked into the room and saw Olive standing beside the bed, she was packing
some medical books and placing them into a bag.
“Mrs. Augustine, are you going somewhere?”
“Mr. Augustine, I wanted discussing something with you.” Olive said to him as she
stopped packing the books.
“I’ll be sleeping in the research institute from henceforth. I know that Pamela will stick in
her eyes to see if we’re fighting and arguing, so I want to give her a show.” Olive added.
Elvis who was unbuttoning the buttons from his white shirt, suddenly halted. He walked
over to her. He let out a scoff and said,
“Do you need some money?”
Olive blinked her lashes and pretended as though she didn’t understand what he
meant.
“What?” She asked calmly.
“I know I’m silly and sweet.” Elvis responded with a sweet chuckle.
Olive adjusted and stood upright, with her eyes fixed on him.
“You’re really extraordinary. I’m certain that thousands of girls are fascinated by you.”
Elvis stared at her, he shook his head slightly.
“How are you planning on giving Pamela a show?” Elvis questioned interestedly.
“Mr. Augustine, I just need your help for a little while. ” Olive moved closer to Elvis and
rubbed her body against
him.
Elvis swallowed hard as his Adam apple rolled. His entire appearance was that of
anger. He ruthlessly pushed her away with his big hand, as she landed on the bed.
“What help do you need?”
Elvis glared gloomily at her,
“Mrs. Augustine, I don’t like you being associated with anyone, not even uncle Henry.
Let’s make our relationship. public already. It’s time for you to bear my name!”
Olive felt her heart pounding heavily.
Initially, they were only bounded by a contract. Hence the reason it was a hidden
marriage.
Olive’s took in a deep breathe. She nodded vigorously,
“Yes, I know that’s it time.”
Elvis walked up to Olive, who laid on the bed. He got onto the bed and pulled her into
his arms. He cupped her chin with his hands and kissed her red lips. But Olive swiftly
pushed him away and ran out of the room quickly.
Olive walked out of the gate of the Red Villa. The evening cool breeze feel on her hot
face. She was ready to return to the institute.
Some of the celebrities in LA suddenly approached her.They were the same group of
girls who were with Pamela at Kissland bar.
“Yo, isn’t that the internet celebrity, Olive?” The tallest amongst them initiated.
“Olive, are you okay? Don’t you have to serve that old man tonight?” Another mocked.
“Where’s president Augustine? Oh, don’t tell me that he kicked you out, or did he?” The
third one added, as they all bursted into a loud laughter.
The ladies had deep jealousy for Olive. Olive had instinctively knew that everyone was
impatiently waiting for her to be kicked out by Elvis. She was ready to give them the
show they all craved for. So she hastily wore a saddened expression and made to walk
away from them.
The ladies wanted to taunt Olive as much as they could, but soon, they saw a tall and
handsome figure walking towards them.
Elvis’s narrow and deep eyes glanced at the ladies, his aura was cold and arrogant.
The ladies felt their entire body go numb and they quickly walked away in fear.
However, Olive had froze on her spot. She had just pleaded with him to act as though
they were fighting.
Why then did he follow her?
Olive didn’t turn to spare him a glance. She just quickened her pace and walked further
away from him. After covering a reasonable amount of distance. Olive suddenly turned
and was shocked to find Elvis trailing behind her
Olive shot him a glare, one which beckoned on him to go home.
Elvis stepped forward and clasped her wrist with his sharp fingers.
“Get in the car, I’ll take you to the academy.”
Olive winked at him, informing him that the celebrities were still peeking. Once Olive
noticed that Elvis wasn’t complying to her pleas, she quickly shook off his hand.
In split seconds, a big hand grabbed her shoulders, Elvis pressed her directly against
the street light pole. “Mr. Augustine, what are you doing? We’re fighting, don’t you get?”
Olive reminded nervously.
Elvis stared at her clear eyes.
“Hush, will you?” His