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?”

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 a

“At this moment, someone barged in, it

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

and

please send her

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

drunk, her efforts were in 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

The

Joyce felt that the man before her

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

was drunk, looked at the

at Damien, and her fingers held Damien’s firm and smooth chin, “Hey, don’t tell

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

voice was also very pleasant,

Joyce

of cold air. Her clean black and white pupils

Damien?

He was Damien!

of

raised his legs

serve you

kept moving back. For

His stare was as

knocked on the edge of the bed, and Joyce fell directly onto

palms were propped up by her side, and Damien’s noble