The Substitute Bride: Doted by My Billionaire Husband by Sumpto Midway

Chapter 27: Do You Dare to Bite Me?

After being yelled at, Olive hid in the corner, staring at him with watery eyes. Elvis took a deep breath, resisting the pounding in his chest. "Don't pretend," he said. "You know you did something wrong. Look at me. I won't pity you."

Olive's white hands clenched the wall. "I'm sorry, Mr. Augustine," she said. "I admit I purposely ignored your calls and messages. I just didn't want to feel indebted to you."

"Did you distinguish between us so clearly?" Elvis questioned.

Olive nodded. "We're different individuals, with our own problems. Our lives are very different. You'll always follow your sunny path, while I'll follow my one-plank bridge."

Elvis had never felt this way before. His proud, disciplined self had been repeatedly broken by her. A photo she'd sent by mistake had captivated him for days, prompting his rushed return. Her sudden indifference and alienation nearly drove him out of control. Since when had she affected him so profoundly?

He let out a low, hoarse laugh. "Little turtle," he mocked.

Olive clenched her fists. To him, she was just a shrinking tortoise. She dared not give him her heart.

Elvis changed his tone, raising a heroic eyebrow. "Since you're so clear about things, I saved you today. Shouldn't you express your gratitude?"

Olive blinked. "Didn't I already thank you?"

"Are you pretending to be confused again? You really don't understand how women express gratitude to men?"

Olive quickly covered his mouth, preventing him from speaking further nonsense. They stared at each other, seeing their reflections in each other's eyes. Elvis kissed her soft palm. She felt as if her hand were on fire and quickly withdrew it.

Elvis lowered his eyes and kissed her. He attempted to remove her mask, but she held his hands. The overwhelming kiss made her dizzy. The clean, masculine scent of his body was intoxicating.

He kissed her so forcefully. She pressed against his strong chest, trying to push him away, but he remained immovable. Her slender white fingers curled, tugging at his black suit—the high-quality fabric possessing the charming texture of a successful businessman. Soon, she had it bunched in folds.

Elvis released her, burying his handsome face in her long, beautiful hair and inhaling her fragrance. Olive's legs wobbled, her milky white skin turning red. Elvis closed his eyes and muttered, "Is that Derrick, your ex-fiancé?"

The ward lights were dim. He had cornered her. She pressed against the wall, avoiding reliance on him.

"Yes."

"You need to recognize your identity. No matter what, you're my Mrs. Augustine. Keep a safe distance from all men. Whoever you dare to get involved with, I'll kill him first, then deal with you. Do you understand?" His words were a harsh threat.

Olive nodded. Elvis's gaze fell on her face. He raised his hand to remove her mask, but she turned her head, avoiding his touch. His fingers stiffened, but he didn't force her.

"Has Derrick seen your face without the mask?"

"No," Olive shook her head. Elvis was reluctantly satisfied. She had exceptionally beautiful eyes. He lowered his head and kissed her again.

Olive hadn't expected him to continue. She'd wanted to draw a clear line, but now, kissing, it was beyond her control.

"Mr. Augustine," she said. "I've already thanked you. If you take advantage of me again, I'll bite you."

Elvis's eyes burned with red flames; he looked intense and sexy. "Mrs. Augustine, go ahead and bite."

He captured her lips in a passionate kiss. The door suddenly swung open. "Bro, are you and Olive arguing?"

Elvis hastily pulled Olive into his arms, preventing Harry from seeing the kiss. Harry covered his eyes. "I saw nothing. You should continue." Afraid of Elvis, Harry chuckled and left.

With a reddened face, Olive quickly pushed Elvis away, breaking the intimate atmosphere. Elvis frowned, tucking his right hand into his trouser pocket. "Eat, then rest," he said, walking out.

He stood in the corridor smoking area, lit a cigarette, and smoked it slowly. Once finished, he returned to the room. Olive was asleep, lying on the bed in the VIP ward. Her delicate body was small and tender. He saw a note on the table, written in her beautiful script: "There's some food left, Mr. Augustine. Would you like some?"

"This little tortoise has a conscience?" Elvis thought.

He dissipated the gloom on his face and went to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he lay down on the bed beside Olive. The bed wasn't large; with a man as tall as Elvis, it was crowded. Even asleep, Olive was conscious of space, wrapping the blanket around herself.

Elvis stretched out his arm and hugged her. Olive moaned softly. She quickly wrapped her hands around his arm, rubbing against him like a kitten. Elvis hugged her tighter and placed soft kisses on her neck.