The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband Chapter 90

Chapter 90 Do you not like me anymore?
Olive flipped out a coin. She handed the coin to Elvis.
“Hey, Mr. Augustine, this is a tip for you tonight.”
Elvis raised his eyebrows and said,
“Go take a shower.”
Olive bit her underlip and glared at him.
“I want to have a bath with you.”
Elvis looked at her, then repeated.
“Go wash yourself.”
Olive wasn’t happy anymore. She angrily hit her feet on the ground.
“Why don’t you want to bath with me?
Elvis felt that he was about to get overwhelmed, as it was the first time he had seen her
drunk. It turned out that the drunk Olive was so enthusiastic and harsh, like a little
goblin.
His hands moved down and gently patted her ass.
Olive felt excited, she tiptoed and whispered to him.
“I need a kiss.”
Elvis turned his head to avoid her kissing him. He let go of her and walked the window.
He held the phone with one hand and dialed a number, he placed the phone beside his
ear.
He used his left hand to unbutton his shirt.
It was already dusk, standing beside the window, one could see the beauty of the entire
city.
Olive stood behind him, she looked quite angry.
Elvis turned sideways and his eyes met Olive’s, he pointed his hands to the bathroom,
indicating for her to get in.
Even though Olive was angry, she didn’t dare go against him. She could only murmur
and enter the bathroom reluctantly.
The phone in Elvis’s hand was connected and Harry’s voice quickly sounded,
“Hello, bro, why are you calling me?”
Elvis frowned,
“I wanna ask, what’s the antidote after drinking the one nightstand?”
“Bro, what are you doing? What antidote do you seek? You’re the antidote!”
“Or, is Olive that ugly without a mask? Even if she is, just go on and hit from the back…”
Before Harry could complete his speech, a loud scream was heard from the bathroom.
Elvis crossed his arms and cursed inwardly. She was really annoying.
He hung up the phone and threw the phone on the sofa. He walked into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Olive was standing by the toilet. She covered her face and screamed.
“What’s the matter? Stop screaming.” Elvis inquired.
With an aggrieved expression, she explained,
“I wanted to pee, but I found out that my little penis is gone.”
As she said that, Olive demonstrated as a boy who was peeing.
Elvis placed his right hand on his forehead and was speechless.
“Why is my thing gone? Did someone steal it? Who stole it? Was it you?”
Olive’s eyes spun around him suspiciously, then she rushed over and stretched out her
hand.
“You must have stolen it. I want to search your body. I wanna quickly search you.”
Realizing what she was doing. Elvis quickly grabbed her small hand and pulled her into
his embrace.
“Olive, don’t arouse me, please.”
Olive had bumped into his embrace. The man’s chest was as strong as an iron. She
looked at him pitifully.
“What are you doing? You hurt me, Mr. Augustine, am I not beautiful?”
Elvis stared at her beautiful facial features, which were perfectly crafted.
“You’re beautiful.” He replied hoarsely.
“Liar.” She pouted her cheeks and her face expressed anger.
“I must have become ugly. Mr. Augustine doesn’t like me anymore so he can’t kiss me.”
Elvis’s eyes darkened, he did not want to take advantage of her drunkenness. However,
she was repeatedly pushing him to his limit.
“You brought this upon yourself.” Elvis lowered his head and tightly covered her lips with
his.
Olive felt her breathe been forcefully taken away.
Elvis wrapped his arms around her waist and stepped back. He pushed her into the
frosted glass door and pressed her against the wall.
Olive’s head was dizzy. She reached out and nudged him. Elvis let go of her red and
swollen lips, he stared at her eyes and asked.
What’s wrong?”
“I haven’t found my belongings yet. Give it to me, I think you stole it.” She persisted.
When he felt her hands on his body, he raised his hand and turned on the shower.
The cold water poured down from the top of Olive’s head.
Elvis pressed her shoulder with his big hand and ruthlessly pushed her back to the wall.
Olive was like a weakling. Her entire body was wet. Her wet hair was messy and
tangled around her beautiful face. Her senses were slowly returning.
Elvis, what are you doing? Are you crazy? Let me go. It’s so cold!” Olive stared angrily
at the man before her.
Her tenderness and playfulness had disappeared and she had returned to the her
normal self.
Olive slowly reminisced on everything that had just transpired, and her face blushed in
embarrassment.Chapter 90 Do you not like me anymore?
Olive flipped out a coin. She handed the coin to Elvis.
“Hey, Mr. Augustine, this is a tip for you tonight.”
Elvis raised his eyebrows and said,
“Go take a shower.”
Olive bit her underlip and glared at him.
“I want to have a bath with you.”
Elvis looked at her, then repeated.
“Go wash yourself.”
Olive wasn’t happy anymore. She angrily hit her feet on the ground.
“Why don’t you want to bath with me?
Elvis felt that he was about to get overwhelmed, as it was the first time he had seen her
drunk. It turned out that the drunk Olive was so enthusiastic and harsh, like a little
goblin.
His hands moved down and gently patted her ass.
Olive felt excited, she tiptoed and whispered to him.
“I need a kiss.”
Elvis turned his head to avoid her kissing him. He let go of her and walked the window.
He held the phone with one hand and dialed a number, he placed the phone beside his
ear.
He used his left hand to unbutton his shirt.
It was already dusk, standing beside the window, one could see the beauty of the entire
city.
Olive stood behind him, she looked quite angry.
Elvis turned sideways and his eyes met Olive’s, he pointed his hands to the bathroom,
indicating for her to get in.
Even though Olive was angry, she didn’t dare go against him. She could only murmur
and enter the bathroom reluctantly.
The phone in Elvis’s hand was connected and Harry’s voice quickly sounded,
“Hello, bro, why are you calling me?”
Elvis frowned,
“I wanna ask, what’s the antidote after drinking the one nightstand?”
“Bro, what are you doing? What antidote do you seek? You’re the antidote!”
“Or, is Olive that ugly without a mask? Even if she is, just go on and hit from the back…”
Before Harry could complete his speech, a loud scream was heard from the bathroom.
Elvis crossed his arms and cursed inwardly. She was really annoying.
He hung up the phone and threw the phone on the sofa. He walked into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Olive was standing by the toilet. She covered her face and screamed.
“What’s the matter? Stop screaming.” Elvis inquired.
With an aggrieved expression, she explained,
“I wanted to pee, but I found out that my little penis is gone.”
As she said that, Olive demonstrated as a boy who was peeing.
Elvis placed his right hand on his forehead and was speechless.
“Why is my thing gone? Did someone steal it? Who stole it? Was it you?”
Olive’s eyes spun around him suspiciously, then she rushed over and stretched out her
hand.
“You must have stolen it. I want to search your body. I wanna quickly search you.”
Realizing what she was doing. Elvis quickly grabbed her small hand and pulled her into
his embrace.
“Olive, don’t arouse me, please.”
Olive had bumped into his embrace. The man’s chest was as strong as an iron. She
looked at him pitifully.
“What are you doing? You hurt me, Mr. Augustine, am I not beautiful?”
Elvis stared at her beautiful facial features, which were perfectly crafted.
“You’re beautiful.” He replied hoarsely.
“Liar.” She pouted her cheeks and her face expressed anger.
“I must have become ugly. Mr. Augustine doesn’t like me anymore so he can’t kiss me.”
Elvis’s eyes darkened, he did not want to take advantage of her drunkenness. However,
she was repeatedly pushing him to his limit.
“You brought this upon yourself.” Elvis lowered his head and tightly covered her lips with
his.
Olive felt her breathe been forcefully taken away.
Elvis wrapped his arms around her waist and stepped back. He pushed her into the
frosted glass door and pressed her against the wall.
Olive’s head was dizzy. She reached out and nudged him. Elvis let go of her red and
swollen lips, he stared at her eyes and asked.
What’s wrong?”
“I haven’t found my belongings yet. Give it to me, I think you stole it.” She persisted.
When he felt her hands on his body, he raised his hand and turned on the shower.
The cold water poured down from the top of Olive’s head.
Elvis pressed her shoulder with his big hand and ruthlessly pushed her back to the wall.
Olive was like a weakling. Her entire body was wet. Her wet hair was messy and
tangled around her beautiful face. Her senses were slowly returning.
Elvis, what are you doing? Are you crazy? Let me go. It’s so cold!” Olive stared angrily
at the man before her.
Her tenderness and playfulness had disappeared and she had returned to the her
normal self.
Olive slowly reminisced on everything that had just transpired, and her face blushed in
embarrassment.