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?”

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

this moment, someone barged in,

was about to demolish the clubhouse. She had just opened the door and the hallway was

raised her hand and placed it on

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

and ran

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 a

The

the man before her

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

looked at the

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

expressionless. For the first time in his life, he was treated as a top-quality cowboy.

very pleasant, deep

was as if Joyce had

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

Damien?

He was Damien!

half of Joyce’s tipsiness suddenly

his legs

will definitely serve you

she kept moving back. For

stared deeply at her. His stare was as if he was about to

moment, her knees knocked on the edge of the

turned dark. Damien’s two big palms were propped up by her side, and Damien’s noble body