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

Chapter 28: Feeding the Kitten

Dawn broke. Olive's sleepy eyes fluttered open. She'd had a good night's rest. She burrowed into the warm blanket, rubbing her face against it. However, the room was empty. Her eyelashes fluttered. She hadn't woken during the night, but she'd felt someone beside her.

Could it have been anyone other than Elvis?

Was it a figment of her imagination?

Olive buried her face in the pillow and quickly smelled Elvis's scent. The entire bed still held the warmth of his body. He really had slept beside her, and they had clung to each other all night. Olive gently closed her eyes. She had promised to distance herself from him, but they had kissed and even slept together.

What was going on?

Olive stood. Aunt Rebecca remained in a coma. Olive administered an injection and then met with the attending physician to discuss her aunt's condition. Afterward, she returned to the Red Villa.

Old Mrs. Samantha grabbed Olive's hand. "Olly, is Aunt Rebecca better? It's too much for you to care for her alone. Let her live with us. We can hire professional medical staff."

Olive was touched by Old Mrs. Samantha's compassion. The old lady was very kind and doting. But she didn't want to cause any more trouble, so she declined. "Grandma, the doctor said Aunt Rebecca needs to remain in the hospital. I'll monitor her for a few days until she wakes. She can't be transferred now, but thank you so much, Grandma."

The old lady patted her hand, a little angrily. "Olly, aren't we family?"

"We are, Grandma," Olive replied with an obedient smile.

Olive felt something brush against her feet. She looked down and saw a kitten.

The snow-white kitten appeared to be a high-class breed. Olive's eyes lit up. She immediately scooped it into her arms. "Grandma, where did this cat come from?"

"Olly, do you like it? This is a gift Elvis brought back from his business trip," Old Mrs. Samantha chuckled.

Elvis had gotten her a gift?

Olive stroked the kitten's soft fur. Old Mrs. Samantha held a teddy bear. "Olly, Elvis got this for me."

Old Mrs. Samantha particularly loved teddy bears and dolls. All kinds of dolls were stacked on her bed. It was amusing that the old lady liked little girls' dolls.

"Don't think it's strange that I like dolls," she explained. "Olly, you're a little girl, and I'm an old girl. We're all girls and princesses."

Olive laughed heartily. She had forgotten a lot from her childhood. Although her father had expressed love for her mother, she still felt something was missing. Now, married into the Red Villa, she saw in Elvis and Mrs. Samantha the warmth of a real family.

"Grandma, your doll is beautiful," Olive said sweetly.

Mrs. Samantha smiled. "Olly, hurry up and shower; breakfast awaits."

"Okay, Grandma," Olive replied and went upstairs.

Mrs. Samantha turned to Uncle Henry. "You mean Elvis and Olive fought last night?"

Uncle Henry replied cautiously, "I'm afraid so."

She tapped the sofa. "I know my grandson excels at everything, but he just can't fall in love."

"Elvis will be back soon. Make him a smoothie—a good one, with some tonic. You understand? Bring the soup and add the tonic in my presence."

Uncle Henry went to the kitchen. A few minutes later, he returned with a jar of smoothie and placed it on the table. He wiped the sweat from his brow and added something to the jar. "Ma'am, if Sir Elvis finds out, the consequences…"

Mrs. Samantha glared fiercely. "I'm here. If there are consequences, I'll bear them alone."

"Okay, Ma'am," Henry agreed weakly.

Olive returned to her room, intending to shower, but she lacked pajamas. She searched the closet. Many silk nightgowns hung there, but Olive wouldn't wear them; she knew Elvis would try to seduce her. Then she spotted a pair of fluffy pink pajamas.

Olive showered and put on the pajamas. They were cute, with cat ears and a little pink tail.

The kitten meowed, hungry. Olive quickly poured its food and fed it. "Phoebe, eat slowly. I'll call you Phoebe from now on, okay?"

The kitten meowed contentedly.

Elvis returned and entered the room. He saw a pretty figure in pink. Olive, fresh from her shower, had wet, long black hair cascading down her shoulders. She was talking softly to Phoebe.

Elvis loosened his tie and tossed it on the sofa.

Olive looked up. "Mr. Augustine, you're back."

Elvis approached and looked at her pajamas. "What are you wearing?"

Olive looked at herself. Seeing nothing amiss—no skin was exposed—she replied, "Pajamas?"

Elvis's sleeves were rolled up, revealing his expensive watch. He reached out, grabbed the little tail on her pajamas, and raised an eyebrow. "Mrs. Augustine…"