Chapter 181
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 181 Mrs. Augustine, why are you so embarrassing?
âHow dare I to be mad at president Augustine? Huh? Mad at president Augustine? Hell no! Even after a very beautiful lady had just left the lounge, claiming to be his cleaner, she even made to take your pants. How can i be mad?â
Oliveâs words were filled with sarcasm, and it left Elvis confused.
âI donât understand, which beautiful girl is a cleaner?â
âYour cleaner, the white thick girl, whose breast size can compete with Gwenâs. You still donât know her?â Olive glared at Elvis, impatiently awaiting his response.
Elvis really didnât know the girl that Olive spoke of. He knew that there was someone who came in to clean his room daily, but that was arranged by his domestic assistant.
Elvis moved forward and hugged her waist.
âDid you really allow her take my panties?â He asked tenderly.
âNo, I was lucky to grab it quickly!â Olive lifted up his pants from the sank and said to him, that it is what Iâm washing?â
Elvis did not see that she washing his panties, nor did he expect her to even be washing the panties.
âMrs. Augustine, last night, you prepared me a very hot, pepperish soup, and today, youâre washing my undies. Whatâs left for you to do?âElvis asked teasingly.