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Chapter 637 He kissed her

Olive stood obediently in the corner, not daring to move, because in this melee between the men, she

had to defend herself first, not dragging Elvis down.

At this moment, a bodyguard threw a bottle of wine at her. Her eyelashes trembled, she quietly touched

the silver needle on her waist.

But when her vision darkened, a breath of clean and pure masculinity rushed forward, firmly protecting

her in his chest.

With a bang, the bottle shattered.

Olive saw that Elvis had reached out, and now that the black sleeve on his arm had been cut, there

was a long bl oody slit inside, making people scared.

He was the one who protected her just now.

He was injured!

Olive gasped, her heart seemed to be gripped by a large hand. She quickly used her small hand to

suppress the blood from his wound.

Looking at the woman’s pale face, Elvis’ tall and straight body hidden in the dark, covered in a layer of

bl oody hostility, he coldly smirked, ‘Satisfied? So many men have been fighting for you.”

Olive was momentarily speechless.

At this time, the security guards on the yacht and the person called by Raven were quickly present,

quickly stabilizing the scene. Raven knocked out two bodyguards and ran over. “Elvis, are you okay?”

“No problem.” Elvis pursed his thin lips, then grabbed Olive’s slender wrist, pulling her away.

Elvis took big steps, Olive struggling to follow behind him. He walked to the door now, and he kicked

the door open, pulling her in.

Before Olive could even stand up, she was dragged into the bathroom, pushed to the front of the sink.

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Then he turned on cold water to wash her wrists.

What was he doing?

What was he crazy about?

Olive quickly frowned and began mele.

But there is a big difference in strength between men and women. Elvis used his long, slender fingers

to squeeze her hand so tightly that she couldn’t move. His beautiful eyes were focused on washing her

wrists, as if he wanted to wash her clean.

Elvis felt dirty.

Just thinking about the sight of her shining wrists being dragged away by the drunken second-

generation rich guy and the boss just now, bloodthirsty fury rose up in his chest again. For some

reason, he couldn’t see other men touching her, not even holding her small hand.

He knew he wasn’t normal, and he tried his best to restrain himself, but it still didn’t work.

He couldn’t stand it.

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Olive had noticed his temper, and she couldn’t anger him at the moment, so she calmed down and let

him forment.

A few minutes later, Elvis finally stopped, his long legs taking two steps forward. He pressed her

against the porcelain wall, his two slender fingers squeezed her petite jaw, then he coldly looked at her:

“Did I warn you not to mess around outside? Don’t you understand?”

Messing around?

Olive hastily shook her head, “No, I didn’t do anything!”

“Haha,” Elvis let out a deep, dangerous laugh from his throat. ‘Then why don’t you show me you split

your legs?”

Olive’s private life is clean, but she’s heard a lot that a lot girls in high-class chubs, of rich men pic

throw piles of money on those girls, and let them try their best

The wider the girls spread their legs, the more they can satisfy the corrupt desires of those men. Olive

stared blankly at the man in front of her, and suddenly realized that this man had never played with

wainen, but he knew how to joke with them.

She suddenly remembered an article she had read in a magazine, which commented that a man of 30

years old really grew up. He must act only have enough money and power, but also have the eyes that

can see through women.

This type of man can be called the most wonderful, able to satisfy all women’s fantasies about men.

Olive can’t deny that she really loves this kind of man, but under his elegant and luxurious appearance,

she can vividly interpret his evil spirit.

But what does he mean now?

Olive suddenly understood what he thought of her. Did he… love her?

Her slender eyelashes trembled, and she looked at him suspiciously.

Elvis also felt he had said too much. He still couldn’t accept the fact that he was seduced by a maid.

He quickly let go of Olive.

Olive held his injured right arm, meaning she would bandage him up!

They returned to the room. Elvis sat on the side of the bed, Olive stood in front of him. She bent down

to take off his bl oody black shirt, and then used a cotton swab soaked in alcohol to wipe his wound.

Seeing this terrible wound, Olive’s heart still trembled. This is the wound he suffered to save her.

“Are you hurt?” she asked.

Elvis handsome face hidden in the dim yellow light was expressionless, he faintly hummed: “Yes.”

Ile said it hurt.

Olive pursed her red mouth and blew into his wound.

So childish.

Elvis looked at her, remembering that day in the mansion room, her little hands touching on hist back

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were so tender and pitiful, she even boasted to him.

There was a bit of tenderness in Elvis’ long, narrow eyes. He was moved. He drew his long, proud

The Sustitute Bride Bored By My Billionaire Hund legs together, clamping her between his legs.

He…

Olive quickly used her small hand to grab the shirt on his shoulder to keep herself from falling, but now

she was caught by him between his legs. He was sitting and she was standing, their breaths beginning

to merge.

Elvis looked at her, then slowly covered her mouth and nose with his large hand, leaving only her clear

pupils.

Her clear eyes were really beautiful and attractive, giving him a very familiar feeling.

Now instead of looking at her face, just looking at these eyes, Elvis felt his heart sk ip a beat.

“Who are you?” Elvis asked in his deep voice.

Olive’s heart ski pped a beat, her speculation seemed to have been confirmed. He…. was in love with

her. At least, she was special to him.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be jealous.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have fought for her.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t show such embarrassment in front of her.

Olive’s heart was so soft that she bet everything on him. Even though she hadn’t won yet, he had

pleased her at this moment.

Olive lowered her head and quickly kissed his thin lips.

Elvis’s pupils constricted. She kissed him!

Even if it’s just a shallow kiss, her lips were soft, with the feminine scent he liked.

Elvis grabbed her slim waist and pulled her onto his lap.

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