The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 97 I Want To Be With You
Elvis never thought that she would come to look for him at the corporation. For the part
three days, he had tried his best not to disturb her.
And during those three days, she also didn’t bother to call nor text him.
But, now, she had actually come to the corporation to search for him. He didn’t
understand how she still dared to come close to him.
Shouldn’t she be afraid of him?
Olive raised her right foot and kicked him hard.
“What consequence?”
The receptionist and all the senior staffs all gasped. They didn’t understand what the girl
was trying to do, but they were certain that she wanted to die. For no one dared to lift a
finger against their CEO.
Elvis’s well ironed black trousers was now stained with a dust from her sandals.
He reached out and grabbed her wrist.
“Enough.”
“No, I want to kick you.” Olive kicked him severally.
Elvis pulled Olive into his arms with force. Olive’s body bumped into his strong chest.
“Let me go, don’t you want a breakup anymore? Huh? Don’t you want a breakup?”
Elvis’s hands moved to her waist.
“I don’t want to be selfish. All of your attitudes turns me on. You know clearly well that

I’m having a difficult time controlling myself.”
Olive scoffed at him angrily. Her two hands pressed against his chest.
“I just wanted to be with you, I really don’t know what the future holds for us, but I just
want to enjoy each moment with you. I don’t understand why you want a breakup, but if
you still insist, I’ll have no other choice than to grant your wish...”
Elvis lowered his head and sealed her lips with his. He kissed her fiercely as though he
had been starved of it.
Olive’s body softened, her two hands tightly held on to his coat, preventing herself from
slipping off.
Everyone was dumbfounded. They all wondered what the relationship between their
CEO and the girl was.
Elvis let go of her quickly.
Olive, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. Are you satisfied with hitting me? Do you wanna hit me
again? Then hit me.”
Elvis dragged her small hand and slapped his face. When Olive saw the seriousness in
his face, she pulled her hand away and was reluctant to hit him.
Elvis’s gently lifted her up and hugged her tightly. Olive wrapped her hands around his
neck.
Olive knew that he was physically strong and could carry her as he wished, but she still
felt scared, so she hugged him tighter.

“What are you doing? So many people are watching.” She whispered into his ear.
Elvis raised his eyes and looked at her.
“Don’t worry about them, they’re all blind and can’t see nothing.”
Elvis carried Olive into the elevator. As the elevator was ascending, Olive reached out
and pushed him.
“Mr. Augustine, you can put me down.”
Elvis dropped her by a corner of the elevator. He pressed her against the wall.
“Show me your wounds. I couldn’t control myself that night, did I hurt you that much?”
“No, they’re all minor injuries. Thank God.”
Really? Let me see.” Elvis reached out to her clothes.
He stared properly at her outfit, a smile appeared on his face, as he asked.
“What are you wearing? How did you know I liked this?”
Olive smiled. She felt that Elvis was a lustful man who was a little bad.
Elvis stretched out his hands and pulled off one of her shoulder straps, leaving the other
side hanging on her shiny shoulders. He lifted up her chiffon shirt.
Olive immediately held onto his hands.
“I said that it’s a minor injury. It’s already healed.”
Elvis pressed her nose with his.
“Don’t be afraid. I’ll do nothing, I just want to take a look.”
“No, this is an elevator. It’s under surveillance.” Olive protested.

“There’s no surveillance in my elevator.” Elvis took off her chiffon shirt.