The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband Chapter 425

Chapter 425 Elvis restored his memory
The whole villa is very quiet at this moment, so quiet that there is no sound at all. It is stuffy and frustrating.
Jean looked at Amelia, then raised his glass of water and drank it slowly.
Amelia’s face was cold, and she wasn’t in a bad mood. She threw the bl oody fruit knife into the trash can, then squatted down and began to deal with the blood dripping on the ground.
She wiped the blood with great seriousness and concentration, leaving not a single trace, and soon the floor was as clean as ever.
Daniel was stabbed through the bone, now being taken to the hospital, life or death is unknown, but the two of them are very calm, as if nothing happened just now.
At this point, Jean put down the glass, stepped forward, and stretched out his long slender fingers, gently squeezing Amelia’s jaw, forcing her to raise her head to look at him.
Amelia looked at him without hesitation.
This 18-year-old girl has a cold personality and doesn’t seem to know how to’smile. Her spine is always straight. Because of her young age, she showed stubbornness.
Now Jean could see in her almond pupils the ruthless killing intent. When Daniel wanted to rape her, she could stab him without hesitation.
Jean curled his thin lips, asking. “Who sent you here? Let me guess, Olive Hart? No, Olive wouldn’t push a girl into my lap. So is that… Elvis Augustine?”
Amelia didn’t say anything.
“Did I guess wrong? I just need a maid here. You all know Daniel is lewd, and you’re a good fit for him, so Elvis took advantage of Daniel to send you here. What are you going to do next? How are you going to steal my One Snap recipe?”
Amelia looked at Jean. He is smiling now, condescending and joking, those blue eyes dim, radiating a sick light.
He figured it all out, and now he’s excited to see her next performance.
Amelia’s expressionless face turned around, directly freed from his fingers holding her chin, then she stood up and washed her hands.
After turning off the faucet, she turned around and started undressing in front of him.
She wore a black T-shirt that Daniel had just torn. She raised her hand to take it off, revealing the white halter top inside.
She continued to work in her white halter top. Three dishes and a soup were prepared. She served delicious meals of all colors and flavors and placed another bowl of rice on the table.
After doing all this, Amelia looked at Jean. He didn’t move. He was standing in a dimly lit corner, one hand in his pocket, his body lazily leaning against the wall, but his blue pupils were empty. They looked directly down at her white halter top, then slowly went down, sweeping across her flat stomach and long slender legs.
Seeing her look over, he didn’t have the slightest sense of being caught, but only fixed his eyes on her pretty little face, asking, “Why don’t you talk, dumb little girl?”
Amelia still said nothing and turned to leave. Before leaving, she reached for the black shirt she had just hung on the hanger, then her slender figure quickly disappeared into the night outside.
11:54
Jean raised an eyebrow. Very interesting! He used a spoon to eat a piece of her cooking, it turned out to be surprisingly delicious.
At the Augustine Corporation.
In the CEO’s office, Elvis sat in an office chair reviewing documents. Peterson reported in a low voice: “Young Master, Jean knew Amelia’s identity.”
Elvis signed his name at the bottom of the document, saying in a deep voice: “This isn’t surprising. Jean would definitely find out.”
“Young master, what do you mean?”
Elvis raised his head and glanced at Peterson, saying, “I have only one thought, and that’s to get The Old Lady’s recipe. I’m not interested in other people’s business.”
Peterson stopped talking. Sick Jean would face his young master. It was really exciting to see who would win.
At this moment, the door to the president’s office was pushed open, and Dr. Kellerman, the world’s master hypnotherapist, came in, saying. “President Augustine, hello.”
Elvis put down the
down the pen in his hand, stood up, brought Dr. Kellerman to the clinic, and began his journey of diagnosis and treatment to restore his memory.
In the clinic.
Elvis lay on a soft rattan chair, Dr. Kellerman examined him and said: “Mr. Augustine, you have lost a part of your memory. If my inference is not wrong, you have been hypnotized once before. That memory has been taken away.”
Kellerman’s words just now confirmed the conjecture in Elvis’ mind. He really lost a piece of his memory. Who took his memory?
A beautiful little face suddenly appeared in Elvis’ mind, it was Olive!
In fact, he had the answer, it was Olive who took his memories!
Elvis pursed his thin lips, saying, “I want to restore my memory.”
“Master Augustine, I can help you recover your memories, but these memories may not only have joy but also a lot of unforgettable pain. Have you decided you want to restore your memory?” Dr. Kellerman asked solemnly.
Elvis nodded without hesitation: “Yes.”
He was determined to restore his memory.
“Okay.” Dr. Kellerman took out a pen and paper, “President Augustine, our diagnosis could take two hours, see what time it is.”
Elvis raised his hand and looked at the precious steel watch on his wrist with deep narrow eyes, the next second he closed his eyes and was mesmerized,
Elvis had dreamed a long, dark dream. He walked aimlessly, looking for direction.
At this moment, a clear voice rang in his ear, “I am the bride who is about to marry Into The Red Villa!”
Elvis turned around, and he found himself on a train, in front of him was a girl. That girl was
The Substitute Bride. Duted by My Billionaire Husband
wearing a veil so he couldn’t see her true face, but he met her clear eyes looking ahead, and he immediately recognized Olive!
Very quickly, the screen jumped, like a fast-forward movie. They married first, love later, full of
sweetness.
He pushed her into a corner and lifted her veil for the first time.
The pink nails she had just done got caught on his belt, and she said, “And after you raise your eyebrows like a swear, I can just open your belt.”
He pulled her to the frosted glass door, panting, biting her red lips, “It’s not enough now, I’ll wait for you to grow up.”
She told everyone in the media spotlight that she wanted to have two children for her Mr. Augustine…
However, the image suddenly changed, he saw himself opening a bottle of sleeping pills and swallowing it all. The doctor coldly said to him: “Sorry, Mr. Augustine, your insomnia is incurable.”
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