The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 189

Chapter 189 She is his only medicine

Olive knew that she had shot herself on the foot, Grandma must have watched the news. After all, her interview at the hotel was trending on the internet.

“Olive, here’s a smoothie, go ahead and drink it.” The old lady urged lovingly.

“Thanks grandma, I’ll drink it now.” Olive responded with a smile.

Elvis let out a low laugh, as he laughed at Olive. Olive quickly lifted up her right foot and kicked him from under the table. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Olive, let me get you some ice.” Mrs. Samantha excused herself and walked into the kitchen.

As soon as grandma left, Olive immediately grabbed the big glass to Elvis’s lips.

“Mr. Augustine, there’s too much smoothie. I can’t drink it all. You can secretly help me drink half of

Elvis shook his head and refused.

“This is for women.”

Olive retorted,

“It takes two to tangle Mr. Augustine. You need to also be healthy in order for us to have healthy kids. So go on and help me drink some.”

Elvis was still adamant and refused drinking the smoothie. Olive bent her head and rubbed her face against his chest.

“My husband.” She called out sweetly and pouted.

Elvis chuckled at Olive for calling him her husband, just because of a glass of smoothie.

Elvis lowered his head and drank three–quarter of the smoothie, leaving only a gulp or two for her. Olive swiftly emptied the remaining content into her mouth. Old Mrs. Samantha walked in with the ice box.

“So, sorry. I had to check out what Maria was doing.” Mrs. Samantha apologized.

Olive grabbed a serviette and wiped her mouth.

“Grandma, there’s really no need for the ice, I’ve already finished the smoothie!” Olive announced excitedly.

Mrs. Samantha’s eyes lit up, and she gave Olive a thumbs up.

“Wow, Olive, that was fast.”

“Have some water as well my dear, you need to take good care of your body, okay?”

Olive nodded with a smile,

“Understood, thank you, grandma.”

Olive grabbed the glass of water and took a sip. She grabbed her sandwich and continued eating from it. She turned to look at Elvis and stretched out her sandwich to him.

Elvis moved backwards and didn’t wanna eat it, but Olive kept bringing the sandwich closer to his face.

Elvis finally surrendered and took a bite from her sandwich. Olive twirled her hands happily and smiled at Elvis.

Mr. Henry and Maria stood by the door of the kitchen with smiles on their faces, as they watched the beautiful scene. They had been in the Red Villa for more than six years, and it was recently that the villa began feeling like a home.

Elvis went to the study room to work on some documents. When he returned to the bedroom, Olive had already fallen asleep on the table.

On the table laid a bright yellow lamp. Olive was scribbling out the plan for Mrs Robert’s surgery. The white sheet was densely filled with words. The plan had been written successfully.

Elvis walked over to Olive. Olive had already taken a shower and her beautiful face was unmasked. Her eyelashes fell like a butterfly wings.

Elvis felt a little guilty. He blamed himself for working overtime, hence the reason why she slept on the table while awaiting him.

Elvis reached out and carried her up. He gently placed her on the big soft bed and covered her with a blanket.

A knock landed on the door, and Mrs. Samantha pushed open the door and said softly,

“Elvis, is Olive asleep?”

Elvis nodded a bit unhappily, as it was obvious that he didn’t like the old lady’s presence.

“Grandma it’s late. Go and have some rest.” Elvis muttered.

The old lady walked up to Elvis’s side and looked to her grandson lovingly,

“Elvis, Olive is a good girl. I can see that she loves you so very much. Do you feel her love for you?”

Marvin had also said same in the hallway.

“Elvis, Olive loves you real good. She told the entire world that she loves you. She always wants to give you a sense of security, hence the reason why she uses any opportunity to remind you of her love for you. So please, Elvis, no matter what happens in the future, don’t let go of Olive’s hands. Do you understand?” Mrs. Samantha pleaded with doting eyes.

Elvis looked at Olive who laid on the bed, he retracted his gaze and nodded,

“Yes, grandma, I understand. Even if I wanna let go of her, I really can’t because she’s my antidote.”

Elvis had always been sick. But ever since Olive surfaced, she instantly became his medicine, making it difficult for him to survive without her.

No matter how painful it would in the future, Elvis vowed to still hold on tightly to Olive and not let go.

When Olive woke up in the morning, she saw Elvis’s excerpt of the other half of the surgery plan.

On the last page was a note left by him.

“Good morning, Mrs. Augustine.” Olive smiled as she read the note.

Olive got up from the bed, she went into the bathroom and had a bath. Once she was done, she went to the dinning room and had her breakfast as quickly as she could. Afterwards, she left for the Ivory Council.

Once she arrived at the institute, she walked in as all eyes were glued on her. She was no longer the bastard from the suburbs, she was now a talented medical girl who had a double postdoctoral degree at the age of thirteen. Olive held onto her white coat, as she stared at the crowd.

Dean Sebastian and Marvin walked over. Dean Sebastian said to Olive and Marvin,

“Marvin, Olive, old Mrs. Robert is now handed into your care, we await the good news.”

Olive noticed that the students ached to declare their support, but they had all stood back hesitantly. Olive looked at them with her bright eyes and took the initiative to say hello,

“Hey, what are all you doing there? Come over quickly.”

The students quickly ran forward and shook hands with Olive one after another.

“Olive, you have our prayers and support.”

“If the surgery is successful, then dean will treat us to a dinner tonight. Olive, academician Marvin, we really hope that you two will help us fulfill our dream.”

Director Hudson walked over. He looked at Olive with admiration.

“Olive, I heard that you pleaded on my behalf to the dean. Thank you. As for the surgery, wishing you the best of luck!”