Chapter 592
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 592 Elvis said that she was an idiot!
What?
That mysterious and secretive Big Boss called just to prevent them from taking pictures here? Why?
Mr. Mahone was very embarrassed. He really didnât dare offend either side. He apologized and smiled, âKing of Gold City, Princess of Visionary, this is reallyâ¦â
Liam let go of Olive. She straightened up and said, âKing of Gold City, forget about today. Donât make things difficult for him.â
Liam nodded, âOkay, although we canât take pictures in this place, the scenery here is so good. It is said that the sea of clouds is the most beautiful in the morning, so we can stay for one night.â
Seeing the beauty of this place, Olive didnât intend to leave tonight, either. She rarely goes out for a break, so she said, âOkay.â
Olive returned to her room, âdingâ, the text message on her cell phone rang,
She clicked to open it. Elvis texted her, âCome to my room.â
Olive shivered. Last time outside the palace, he wanted to take her home for the night. This time in the sea of clouds, he wants her to come to his room, is there anything else on his mind?
Olive didnât answer because she didnât want to go!
In the other room, Elvis didnât wait for her to answer. She saw the message, but she played dead, and the meaning of the rejection was clear.
Elvis twisted his thin lips in a slight are, and then he sent a text to Nathan, âHurry to the sea of clouds
in half an hour.â
Two minutes later, the phone went silent, and Lilâ Nathan didnât even answer him!
ââ¦â Elvis wondered if Nathan had a cold personality like him, or if his non-answering personality was from his mother.
Elvis sent another text, âYour mom is in the sea of clouds.â
In the next second, there was a âdingâ, and Lilâ Nathanâs answer came immediately.
Elvis: ââ¦â
In the presidential suite, Olive comfortably bathed in rose shower gel, but when she came out, sho accidentally bumped her forehend against the frosted glass door, causing it to bleed.
She wore pajamas, stood in front of the dressing table with her bare feet as white as snow, and stretched out her slender hands to treat the wound on her forehead.
The wound on her forehead was a bit deep. Even after simple treatment, it still hurts.
There was a medicine box in the room. Olive took it out, intending to process it again.
At this time, there was a âdingâ, the doorbell rang
Someone was knocking on the door.
Who was that?
Olive stepped forward and opened the door.
âMiss Fairy~â Lilâ Nathan ran over and hugged Oliveâs calf.
âNathan, why are you here?â Olive asked. She didnât expect that Lilâ Nathan would come to Greenland.
Her eyes lit up, and she quickly reached out and touched his forehead.
âMiss Fairy, I came here with my dad. Are you surprised?â Lilâ Nathan laughed.
At this moment, there was a steady sound of footsteps, and Olive looked up to see Elvis walking slowly.
He changed his clothes, wearing a handmade white shirt, below were black trousers, the classic male idol style. The bangs on his forehead were pulled up, revealing his handsome facial features. He stepped out from the red carpet, majestic as an emperor.
He came too, huh?
The man who texted her to come to his room just now appeared in front of her.
Elvis walked over, his narrow, deep eyes darting to her small face, then to her forehead. His handsome eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and he asked in a deep voice: âWhy are you injured?â
Olive had just finished taking a shower, her long, wet hair fell over her shoulders, her hand-sized face was even more picturesque, and her skin was like peeled egg whites, white and soft as pearls without blemish. But there was a blood stain on her beautiful forehead, which was very dazzling.
He saw the wound on her forehead at a glance.
Olive instinctively reached out her small hand to cover the wound on her forehead, saying, âItâs okay.â
âMiss Fairy, is there someone who hurt you?â Nathan angrily asked. âWho bullied you? You can tell my dad. He is very powerful. He will help you get revenge.â
Olive thought âYeah?â. Why did she feel that Nathan was starting to sell his father to her?
But looking at Nathanâs young and innocent face, filled with concern for her, Olive felt that she was thinking too much.
âDad,â Lilâ Nathan grabbed Elvisâs trouser leg, innocently asking: âTell Miss Fairy. Dad will protect her, right?â
Elvisâs deep gaze fell on her small, beautiful hand-sized face. He didnât say anything.
Olive felt his gaze both dark and hot so she quickly averted her gaze, âLilâ Nathan, thank you.â
âYouâre welcome. Dad and I will protect you from now on.â Lilâ Nathan said solemnly.
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Oliveâs heart softened, revealing a warm and gentle smile as she looked at the boyâs small, pink face and his bright black eyes which were like night pearls.
She really likes Lilâ Nathan.
At this point, Elvis entered the room on his long legs, his voice deep and full of magnetism: âCome in.
Iâll treat your wound.â
Olive instinctively refused, âNo needâ¦â
Chapter 592 Elvis said that she was an idiot!
But the next second, what the heck?
She turned her head to look at the man. Elvis was standing in her room. His pose was natural and comfortable as if this were his room!
She turned him down and didnât let him in, didnât she?
How did he get in?
âMiss Fairy, letâs go to the room.â At this moment, the little boy took Oliveâs small hand.
Olive, ââ¦â
In the room.
Olive sat on the big soft bed, Elvis stood beside the bed, holding an alcohol swab in his bony palm to help her treat the wound on her forehead.
âOw!â¦â Olive painfully swallowed.
Elvis didnât move anymore. Now that he was standing and she was sitting, he could easily look at her with condescending eyes, âDoes it hurt?â
âA little bit.â
Elvis poked her wound with a cotton swab.
What was he doing?
She was in a lot of pain, and he poked at her wound.
Olive burst into tears because of the pain, raised her head, and glared at him, angrily saying:
âPresident Augustine, you did it on purpose. Is it fun to prank me?â
Elvis pursed his lips and snorted softly, âIdiot!â
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Oliveâs heart ski p ped a beat. When this man said these two words in his deep voice, she had the illusion of being loved.
Idiot!
Oliveâs gaze was a bit dull, but her sockets were red from the pain, her curled eyelashes were still a little wet, and she looked pitiful. Elvis felt his heart flutter, and he couldnât help but ask, âDoes it really hurt?â