The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Aiden took out the room card and swiped open the door.

The door was pushed open, and Damien raised his legs and walked in, but he stood at the entrance and did advance in.

But from where he stood, he could clearly see everything in the room.

In the room, Joyce was holding a wine glass in her hand. She was drinking with two young men.

From the way she looked, it seemed like she was a already tipsy.

“Come on, drink,” one of the men said to her.

“No, I can’t drink anymore. Well, you can ask a question and I’ll answer it.”

“How many boyfriends have you had? The other young man asked,

Joyce was drunk, so she pouted and pondered for a while. She suddenly extended her fingers, “One, two, three, four…nope, there are too many, I can’t count them.”

Aiden took in a deep breath as he listened to Joyce’s words. He carefully peeked at his master’s face.

Damien’s face was gloomy. In fact, he was very curious about her response.

After him, did she have another man?

Now that she had confirmed to having more men after him, the corner of Damien’s cold lips curled up. His face was covered with a sinister look.

The three people in the room had no idea that they had company.

The two young men looked at Joyce, the woman was slightly drunk, and she was really charming. One of the men laughed and asked, “Who do you like the least?”

“I don’t like him very much, no, I hate him, I really hate him. What’s so great about him, nothing, right? He’s just a little more handsome, a little better, and

“At this moment, someone barged

to demolish the clubhouse. She had just opened the door and the hallway was filled with bodyguards, Damien stood in the room. His sinister and powerful

and placed it on Joyce’s

you a little, please send her home. I’ll leave now, Annabelle smiled calmly, then she turned

leaving, she stood up and ran after her, “Annabelle, why are

vain, as she crashed into a wall due to her poor “Oh, my forehead hurts! Joyce stretched out her hand and rubbed her forehead. Just now, she had bumped into his Damien’s arms. Damien’s broad chest was as cold and hard as

The

Joyce felt that the man before

calmly. He was a bit happy that Joyce wasn’t completely drunk. He wished that she

the tall

her fingers held Damien’s firm and smooth chin, “Hey, don’t tell me you’re your boss’s personal

a top-quality cowboy. However, he quickly said, “What, do you want me to serve

voice was also very pleasant,

as if Joyce

cold air. Her clean black and white pupils kept dilating. She looked at the man

Damien?

He was Damien!

of Joyce’s tipsiness

raised his legs and

serve you well and make you

she kept moving back. For some reason, she seemed to have

at her. His stare was as

of the bed, and Joyce fell

were propped up by