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?”

replied vaguely, “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

this moment, someone barged in, it

the movement outside from the next room. She heard that someone was about 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

her hand and placed it on

little, please send her home. I’ll leave

she stood up and ran

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 had bumped into his Damien’s arms. Damien’s broad chest was as

The

you?” Joyce felt that the

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

the tall and

your boss send you over here?” Joyce winked playfully at Damien, and her fingers held Damien’s firm and smooth chin, “Hey,

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

very pleasant,

was as if Joyce had

cold air. Her clean black and white pupils

Damien?

He was Damien!

half of Joyce’s

legs and

serve you well and make you

moving back. For some reason, she

at her. His stare was as if

moment, her knees knocked on the edge of the bed, and Joyce fell

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