The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 192

Chapter 192 Olive, come over, okay?

Elvis didn’t know how fast he was driving. When the truck sped over, Elvis felt his eyes sting as the light from the truck was directly on his face.

When Elvis was younger, he had been in several life–threatening situations, and even when he came face–to–face with death, he was without fear. But now, his eyes widened and his big hand quickly turned on the steering wheel, trying to save himself.

He really didn’t want to die anymore. He now had Olive and she was his reason to stay alive.

Before Elvis met Olive, he did not realize how bad his illness was. But once Olive came into his life, he began to crave wellness. All he sought was to improve himself and become a better version of himself.

However, none or his desire materialized yet. Elvis slammed the steering wheel, and the Roll Royce Phantom slid past the truck. Elvis’s car crashed into the street light, sending sparks all the way down. The Rolls–Royce Phantom was a world–class luxurious car. It’s defense resistance was best in the event of an accident. Although the front of the car was damaged, Elvis escaped death. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Elvis sat behind the steering wheel, his body had fallen apart from the violent collision. His vision was black, and he could see nothing.

People swiftly rushed over and opened the driver’s door.

“Mister, can you hear me?”

Elvis’s ears were buzzing. He did not respond to their questions.

“Sir, we’ve already called the ambulance, they’ll be here soon.”

Everyone stared at Elvis. He was dressed in a black suit. Although he had just gotten into a car accident, he was still rigorous and expensive.

Elvis body was now covered in blood, as it could not be deciphered where he was injured.

In the faces of the rescuers, Elvis was very persistent in his search for something.

“Sir, are you looking for your phone?” One of the rescuers inquired.

A woman handed Elvis the phone that had fallen when the door was opened.

Elvis collected the phone and quickly dailed Olive’s number.

Olive answered the call and her sweet voice passed over,

“Hello, Mr. Augustine.”

Laughter followed, as Divine said,

“Olive, is it Mr. Augustine calling? It seems that president Augustine is very clingy.”

Elvis raised his pale lips and called out in a low voice,

“Olive.”

Olive hastily heard the abnormality in his volce. She excused herself and went to a more quite place. Once she was sure that she was alone, she asked nervously,

“Mr. Augustine, what’s wrong with you? Why do you sound that way?”

“Olive, come over, okay?” Elvis clutched his phone and mumbled.

“Mr. Augustine, what’s wrong with you? Where are you now?”

“I just got into a car accident. My body aches. Olive, it hurts alot…” He muttered calmly.

He had gotten into an accident and needed her over immediately. Elvis strength suddenly failed him as he slowly let go of the phone.

“Mr. Augustine? Mr. Augustine!” Olive’s nervous voice sounded.

Olive rushed to the hospital. Elvis had already been sent to the ward and was in coma.

“Doctor, is his injury severe ?” Olive anxiously asked the doctor.

“The patient’s body had severely collided with the steering, he was not wearing a seat belt. So far, he really doesn’t have a major problem, he just sustained several bruises on his body. He should wake up soon, and after he wakes up, he’ll stay in the hospital for observations.” The doctor explained to Olive, as she nodded sadly.

“Thank you, doctor.”

“It’s fine, ma’am. I’ll go ahead now.” The doctor excused himself and went on to his duties.

Olive stood by the hospital bed and looked at Elvis who was in a coma. Her clear eyes suddenly turned reddened, as tears begun welling up in them.

The dean, Marvin and Divine had accompanied Olive to the hospital. Divine hugged Olive on the shoulder and said,

“Olive, I heard that Mr. Augustine was driving so fast.”

Olive held Divine’s hands tenderly.

“Divine, I want to stay here with Mr. Augustine. Thank you all so very much for coming here with me, you all can return home now. Thank you.”

“Okay, Olive, just give us a call, okay?”

Dean Sebastian and Divine walked out of the room. When Marvin reached the door of the room, he turned to look at Olive. Olive was sitting on the edge of the bed and held onto Elvis’s hands.

Marvin walked out of the room, and sat in the waiting room all night.

Dawn the next morning, Elvis opened his eyes and his consciousness slowly swept back to him. A pungent smell of disinfectant greeted him, and he concluded that he was in the hospital.

Elvis adjusted a little, only to realize that his hand was tightly held. He looked sideways and saw Olive lying on the bed.

Olive had fallen asleep, but she still held onto Elvis’s hand tightly, and did not dare to let go.

Elvis rolled over and adjusted his pale face close to hers. The sheet under Olive’s face was stained from her tears.

All the confusions and struggles in Elvis’s heart were finally calmed. He turned his head and gently kissed her eyes.

Elvis’s kiss seemed to have awaken Olive, as she opened her eyes and stared awestruck at him.

“Mr. Augustine, you’re awake. You’re finally awake. If you feel any pains, just let me know.” Olive looked at Elvis concernedly.

Elvis touched her face and replied,

“It’s fine. Now that I’ve seen you, I don’t feel any more pains.”

Olive clenched her fists and hit him lightly on the shoulder.

“You scared me to death. Mr. Augustine, you really scared me!”

“Don’t scare me that way next time.” Olive choked on her words, as tears rolled down her cheeks.