Doted by My Billionaire Husband (Olive and Elvis) novel Chapter 451

Chapter 451 Elvis said, “Olive, I love you.”
Her little wolf is really smart.
Olive wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his handsome face as a reward.
At this moment, Elvis reached out and took something out, and put it around Olive’s neck.
Olive looked down and saw that it was the One Love diamond necklace he had given her while she was in Los Angeles earlier, and the One Love ring he had given her was still hanging from the
necklace.
That day, she erased all his memories, took off the necklace, and returned it to him. Unexpectedly, after going around, these things came back to her.
After putting the necklace on her, Elvis’ thin flexible lips fell on her beautiful forehead, giving her an intimate kiss. He said, “Olive, these are what my mom left me. In the future, no matter what happens, I won’t let you take them down.”
Olive’s heart softened. She knew Elvis loved his mother so much, and only in front of her could he strip off all his armor and reveal a man’s weakest point.
This necklace and ring is the most precious and beautiful gift she has ever received.
“Okay, I promise you. No matter what happens in the future, I will wear them.”
Elvis kissed her clear eyes, then pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, asking, “Olive, what decor and style do you like?”
The two of them lay on the big soft bed, Olive underneath, half of Elvis’ handsome body on top of hers, holding her in his arms. He drew with a pen, saying, “This is our bedroom. Beside your closet, there’s a small office for you, okay?”
Olive asked suspiciously. “Mr. Augustine, won’t we live here in the future?”
“Yeah, Grandma and Betty are a bit inconvenient here. We’ll move out and visit Grandma often. I’ll take a villa, design and decorate it to build our love nest.”
Olive’s heart was covered with a layer of sweetness, sweeter than eating honey. Although she thinks it would be great to live with Grandma and Betty, this is her and Mr. Augustine’s home. It belongs to their world, no one can invade and disturb it.
“Then why is my little study in the room? Yours is next door.” Olive pursed her red lips and asked.
Elvis stroked her little head and replied, “Because I want to see you when I want to go home. I hope that you will be there everywhere I look.”
Olive hastily laughed. Her little wolf was pretty clingy. She said, “Well then…okay.”
“Should the baby’s room be placed in our bedroom or next to the bedroom? I think they should be placed next to each other, so as not to affect married life.”
The baby room?
He thought too far.
Olive lowered her slender eyelashes, saying, “Mr. Augustine, with my current body, it’s impossible to conceive.”
Elvis knows her physical condition. She really can’t get pregnant right now, which is very dangerous for her. Even if she wanted to get pregnant, he wouldn’t allow it.
“I mean, when you recover later, we’ll have a baby,” Elvis said and kissed her small snow-white ear.
Chapter 451 Elvis said, “Olive, I love you.
Olive doesn’t know if she has a future, but she loves children, and having two children for Mr. Augustine has been her lifelong plan.
She picked up a pen and paper, and began to draw a small room for babies: “No, the children’s room will be in our bedroom. In the children’s room, there will be a small cradle, on which hangs a small bell…”
Olive began building children’s rooms in earnest.
Now in the dimly lit room, the woman he loved the most was in his arms talking about their future. Elvis suddenly felt satisfied, wished time was going slower and slower, and tomorrow wouldn’t
come.
At this point, he didn’t know that this was the last warm moment between him and Olive.
Elvis looked into her serious eyes. She had just finished her bath, her delicate skin was reddened by an impact, and the fluff on it became crystal clear.
How can he let her age?
Elvis’s kiss rested on her pink neck, his large hand reaching inside her shirt.
While drawing, Olive realized something was wrong. She stopped writing and looked down. The wrist of his precious steel watch was exposed, and his hand was already inside her shirt…
“Mr. Augustine, what are you doing?” Olive immediately wanted to push his big hand away.
Elvis took her soft little hand and placed it on the belt around his waist, hoarsely saying, “Olive, help
me open up.”
“No… You haven’t showered yet…”
“I took a shower at work.”
“…That… It can’t be. Go buy that. Buy a condom.” Olive rested her small hands on his chest, resolutely refusing.
Elvis looked over at her, his dark eyes heavy, like there was hot lava inside that could melt her. He said, “Put your hand in my pocket.”
What?
Olive obediently put her little hand in, and just then she touched something, which was a condom.
No, there seems to be more than one. There are two, three… seven, eight…
Olive took them all from his pocket and spread them on the bed. How many did he buy?
How can he not be ashamed to wear an elegant suit to attend the business elite occasions, but his pants pocket is used to hold… condoms?
Olive’s pretty little face was red like a boiled shrimp. She clenched her fist and hit him twice hard. Elvis didn’t dodge, letting her hit. She was so weak that she could only tickle him anyway. He bent his head to kiss her red lips.
“Olive, did I tell you?” asked Elvis.
“What?”
“I love you.”
“Olive, I love you!”
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Chapter 451 Elvis said, “Olive, I love you”
In the middle of the night, Olive buried herself in the warm silk blanket and fell asleep, her eyes dark with fatigue. The last two nights he had vehemently done it to her.
Elvis covered her with a blanket and then got up to take a shower, and soon he came out in black silk pajamas and stood on the balcony.
The cold wind outside made his pajamas puff up, and his handsome eyebrows were a bit cold.
Quickly, he took out his cell phone and dialed Crystal’s number.
Two beeps sounded, and the other end was connected, Crystal’s voice came: “Hi, Elvis.”
“Crystal, I’ll marry you. Let’s get married.”
After saying that, without waiting for Crystal to cheer, Elvis directly hung up the phone.
At this time, there was a knock on the door. “Clack”, the door was pushed open, Mrs. Samantha put on her coat and walked in: “Elvis, have you made up your mind?”
Elvis nodded, “Yes.”
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