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?”

hate him, I really hate him. What’s so great about him,

this moment, someone

demolish the clubhouse. She had just opened the door and the hallway

hand and placed it

have to trouble you a little, please send her home. I’ll leave now,

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

out her hand and rubbed her forehead. Just now, she had bumped

The

1 know you?” Joyce felt that the man

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

was drunk, looked at the tall and handsome man before

chin,

in his life, he was treated as a top-quality cowboy. However, he quickly said, “What, do you want me to serve you

very

was as if Joyce

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

Damien?

He was Damien!

than half of Joyce’s tipsiness suddenly

his legs

you well and make

approached her, Joyce was so frightened that she kept moving back. For some reason, she

was as

of the bed, and

dark. Damien’s two big palms were propped up by her side,