The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 282

Chapter 282 Bite his finger Elvis looked into her shining eyes, asking, “Do you still want me to help Jimmy?” “If you don’t help Jimmy, this is an unfair match. Someone beat Jimmy. Jimmy is our captain, I need to check the camera…” “So what?” Elvis interrupted her. Olive looked at him, “What?” Elvis lazily sat up straight in the hack seat, his handsome eyebrows revealing the indifference of a high- class man. “What does that have to do with me?” He asked casually. “It’s your business, why should I help you out? Olive, I’m not interested in what you said just now. If you’re smart enough, while I still have the patience to give you time, you should beg me.” The blood in Olive’s head had already cooled by half. That’s right, why should he help her? Now he is just a businessman, not her Mr. Augustine. Olive withdrew her slender white fingers, and her watery eyes met his, “What do you want and how do you want to help me? If Boss Augustine has stopped the car, it’s because you can take advantage of me.” Elvis frowned, squeezing her soft waist with his large hand. He squeezed her waist so tightly that it was as if he wanted to break it. “Is this your begging attitude? How do you know that I’m doing this? There are so many people who want me to help. You can’t wait to use my power before you even get on my bed. Boss? Do you really think of me as your boss?” Olive’s face paled. She soon knew his eloquence. If he wanted to insult a person, he didn’t need to tear his face, just a few sentences could make them depressed. He always thinks that she wants to use him to gain power, and he always thinks that she isn’t a good girl. Here’s a waste of time, it’s better to hurry back to the basketball court, the second half of the match is about to start. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Forget it, I’ll arrange it myself. Mr. Augustine, sorry.” Olive used both hands and feet to climb down. from his strong thighs. Elvis’s eyes darkened, his handsome face darkened to the extreme. What he is most proud of is his self-control, no one can affect his emotions. However, she did it, and she easily angered him. Elvis stretched his arm around her soft waist, pulling her back: “Olive Hart, are you kidding me? Who gave you permission to run away?” Olive’s slender body fell against his hard chest, like hitting a wall. She immediately frowned in pain, her small hands on his body, wanting to push him away, “What are you doing? Let go of me!” Elvis didn’t move, his eyes cold as lee as he watched her struggle against his chest. He used two slender fingers to pinch her small jaw, forcing her to look up at him: “What am I to you? When you’re in a good mood, you tempt me, when I’m h ooked, you show me your true face. No one has ever dared. Chapner 282 Bite his finger to treat me like this before, so today I’ll teach you a lesson!” After saying that, he lowered his head and aggressively kissed her red lips. Olive’s clear pupils constricted violently. She didn’t expect him to lean down and kiss her. He kissed her roughly, as if the storm was trying to hurt her. Olive clenched her fist, pushing him away with force. She also clenched her teeth and refused to open her mouth, trying to struggle, refusing to let him kiss. Elvis held her in his arms, but her water-snake-like body didn’t stop moving. He felt this was not to punish her, but to punish himself. The corners of his long narrow eyes were tinged with lustful scarlet. Seeing that she refused to open her mouth, he reached out and pinched her face, roughly threatening her: “Open your mouth!” She didn’t want to! Olive widened her eyes and looked at him angrily. Elvis didn’t close his eyes, either. He looked into the girl’s eyes that were especially vivid with anger. Obviously, she has no power to stop him, like a ferocious little wild cat. On the contrary, it made people

want to bully her even more. “Why don’t you kiss me? Has anyone kissed you? Noah, or Jimmy?” Elvis pressed his thumb to her bright red lips and wiped them vigorously. Olive was really angry. Mr. Augustine of three months later is no longer Mr. Augustine in her memory. Why was he so bad? Olive opened her mouth and bit his index finger. Elvis was very painful. She actually bit him so hard that his finger was bleeding. However, this also stimulated the blood in his whole body to run wildly. If he continued like this, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. His throat rolled up and down twice, and he said h oars ely, “Get off my lap! Get out of my car!” Olive quickly let go of his hand, crawled down, opened the back door with all her might, and ran away. She left! Elvis looked down at his index finger, which now had a small blo ody ring of tooth marks, which she bit off! He didn’t expect her to bite so hard. Elvis put his hand over his bright red eyes, revealing a bit of indulgence and decadence, extremely se xy. At this moment, the melodious phone rang, it was his psychiatrist Kellerman calling. Elvis pressed the connect button and said in a deep, h oar se voice, “Hello.” “Mr. Augustine, have you had time recently? Let’s prepare for the psychological diagnosis and the next step of therapy, which will also benefit your physical recovery.” Dr. Kellerman’s voice came in. Elvis lowered his eyelids and replied, “No need, I recovered.” “You recovered?” Chapter 242 fire his finger – “I met a girl. The first time I saw her, I recovered and had a wild dream. Now every time I see her, I feel like I’ve taken a drug. My mind is full of thoughts about what happened between us. Do you think I’m

okay?” Before Dr. Kellerman could answer, Elvis hung up the phone. Olive stabilized her emotions and returned to the basketball court. The students of Bright Star and Watson were waiting for her. Alicia rushed over, “Olive, what’s wrong? Did you find Mr. Augustine and get the surveillance video?” Crystal looked at Olive, and licked her red lips, said, “I guess… you definitely didn’t get it. Elvis won’t give you the surveillance video.” Jason and the others quickly teased, “Olive, who do you think you are? If you come to see Mr. Augustine, will he give you surveillance video? You overestimate yourself.” “Olive, you must have returned empty-handed. It’s OK. It’s not shameful. We won’t laugh at you hahahahaha.” “Give it up, Watson, and you’ll lose miserably. The winner forever is Bright Star!”