The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 690 Wipe my pants

Olive looked up and saw two people walking in front of her, Elvis and Clara.

Elvis wore a hand-crafted black suit, tall and straight, his innate regal aura attracting everyone’s

cyes.

Clara wore a long dress, took his arm, and the two left the hotel together.

“Nathan, 1 still have some work to do. Go home first. I’ll play with you when I’m done.” Olive said,

patting Nathan’s small head.

Nathan nodded obediently. “Okay, I’ll go home first.”

The Augustine family’s special car arrived, and he got in the car and left.

Seeing the little boy safely leave, Olive finally let go of the big rock in her heart.

She returned to Sadie’s face. After all, Clara was still ostentatious with her little face.

The real and fake Olive play has finally come to an end. She stood gracefully in front of the autumn,

wind, her clear pupils calmly looking at Clara.

Clara felt this gaze from afar, raised her head, and immediately met Olive’s bright eyes. Olive looked at

her nonchalantly. The wind blew through her body, and although without fancy dress, she was as

delicate and beautiful as a shining jewel.

It is said that women aren’t scary but beautiful women are scary, and the scariest women are those

who are both beautiful and temperamental Olive is this type of woman.

Clara was acutely aware of the distance between her and Olive, but remembering the bed sheet she

and Elvis had rolled over last night, she immediately lifted her chin in a proud greeting: “Good morning.

Ettle girl.”

“Good morning Olive smiled lightly, then looked at Elvis.

Elvis glanced at her as well, his gaze cold and distant, like he was looking at a stranger.

After one night, Elvis seemed to become a different person.

He and Clara left, Olive thoughtfully looking at his hack.

At this moment, she felt a deep gaze on her small face.

Olive rolled her eyes to the side and met that gaze. She saw Peterson, and now behind him was

another subordinate.

The subordinate raised his head slightly to look at her.

Olive saw an unfamiliar face, and… a pair of extremely familiar deep and narrow eyes.

When she wanted one more look, Peterson left with his subordinate, “Alex, hurry up.

That subordinate’s name is Alex.

Olive

pordered. At this time, Clara in front of her also impatiently urged, “Little mald, what are you doing?

Hurry up and get in the car. Want us to wait for you?”

The stretched version of the Rolls-Royce commercial luxury sedan stopped, Elvis and Clara, boarded,

and Olive quickly got in and boarded.

In the luxury business car.

Elvis and Clara sat together. Clara wished she could wrap herself around Elvis, cuddling against him.-

Chapter 690 Wipe my pants

Elvis looked indifferent. From beginning to end, he and Olive didn’t make any eye contact.

Olive didn’t say anything either. She was sitting in the back row but she felt a deep gaze staring at her.

“Little maid, bring me a bottle of water.” At this time, Clara in the front gave orders.

This business-class car is really quite rough, there are several rows of seats in the back. Olive looked

at it, there were bottles of water on the back seat.

She got up, grabbed a bottle of water, then turned around.

When returning, the luxury car suddenly swerved Olive couldn’t stand, her slender body tilted. falling

directly into a man’s lap.

“Sorry…”

Olive wanted to get up, but the water bottle in her hand cracked, and the water in it quickly spilled

It spilled onto the man’s pants and wet them.

Olive looked up and saw that it was Alex, the subordinate behind Peterson.

Alex wore a cap on his head, a casual black shirt, and black trousers, and sat in the back of the luxury

business car, keeping a modest appearance.

Now Olive was sitting on his strong lap in an ambiguous position.

“Sorry, I’ll take care of them for you when we get out of the car,” Olive said and stood up.

But a large hand reached out and pinched her slender waist, and a deep voice said in her ear: “Wipe

my pants.”

A few simple words, with common power.

Olive’s slender eyelashes trembled, and the speculation in her heart was somewhat confirmed.

“Even if I clean them, you won’t be able to wear them anymore. When I get out of the car, I’ll give you a

new pair of pants, then you can change.”

“I don’t want new pants. I just want you to clean them, understand?”

Olive looked down at the water stain on his pants. This water stain was in a sensitive place. He must

have done it on purpose.

Olive took out some tissues and wiped his pants.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Alex’s protruding throat roll up and down twice, then a clear line

appeared on his pants.

Olive’s snow whi te ears quickly turned red. She raised her hand and slapped the tissues over his face.

Alex didn’t dodge either, just smiled and asked: “Why

hit me?”

Olive pursed her red lips, her eyes bright and clear, “I seem to see an old friend.”

“Which old friend?”

“It’s just… an old friend with a lot of money and weapons.”

Alex’s deep, narrow eyes hidden in his cap suddenly narrowed, and there was a cold and evil charm

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from his long, narrow eyebrows, “Do you miss this old friend?”

At this time, Clara came in front and just saw this scene. Olive was sitting on the lap of one of the

subordinates, their posture ambiguous, the air burning hot.

Clara immediately sneered, “Little girl, now that Elvis likes me, don’t you save face and come here to

seduce a lowly subordinate?”

Olive really feels that Clara’s IQ needs to be improved.

But Clara arrived just in time. If she didn’t come, she didn’t know how long this man would bother her.

Olive hastily straightened up, looked at Clara, and replied, “I do keep an eye on this lowly subordinate.

Although his status is a bit low, but

Olive stepped forward and whispered in Clara’s car. “He’s got capital to be proud of.”

This sentence was so vague and suggestive, Clara immediately lowered her eyes and looked at Alex’s

pants

His pants were drenched where his sensitive parts were. Clara watched for a moment, her face flushed

red.

“What? Is he more proud than Mr. Augustine?” Olive laughed.

Clara’s heart beat wildly. She’d already made love to Elvis, and she felt pretty good

But Elvis really isn’t as good as this subordinate…

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