The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

It was the first time that Jocelyn had seen Luke in such a state. Although he was fat and old, he was a gentleman and seldom yelled at her.

She had always thought that he would maintain his impeccable gentlemanly behavior.

She was momentarily stunned but she managed to return to her senses almost immediately. Fiona had taught her to play meek and docile in front of men, so she changed her look to one of pity and grievance. She held the hem of her dress and said in a demure tone, “I didn’t mean for this to happen. It’s not one hundred percent safe, after all.”

How could Luke believe her words? He knew full well that she must have fallen pregnant on purpose because she wanted to have his child to tie them together.

He couldn’t even stand the sight of her.

Another reason he had picked her to be his mistress was because he thought that she was stupid and wouldn’t cause any trouble for him.

have been

had happened. As if she thought the tea was a little bitter,

a single word. She fell on her knees before him, grabbed his wrist and begged him, “Mr. Turner, please, for the sake of this

and boring. After all, she had been through this

cake in her hand, wiped her fingers with a napkin, crossed her arms and asked with a smile, “Luke, the lady is pregnant with your child. What

front of my wife?!” Luke said spitefully, throwing her a frigid look. “I’ll give you

How could he be so cruel to her? She moved closer, held his thigh and bawled her eyes

can you be so heartless? This is your flesh and blood. How can

now transpired was completely contrary