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?”

course…it’s that man named Damien, yes, it’s him!” Joyce replied vaguely, “I don’t like him very much, no, I hate him, I really

“At this moment, someone

already heard 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

hand and placed it on Joyce’s

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

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

“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 a

The

do 1 know you?” Joyce felt that the man before her was familiar, so she

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

was drunk, looked at the

your boss send you over here?” Joyce winked playfully at Damien, and her fingers held Damien’s firm and smooth chin, “Hey, don’t tell me you’re your boss’s personal man. Because, why else would your boss be reluctant to send

treated as a top-quality cowboy. However, he quickly

very pleasant,

was as if Joyce had heard

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

Damien?

He was Damien!

of Joyce’s tipsiness suddenly

his legs and approached

definitely serve you well and

kept moving back. For some

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

edge of the bed,

were propped up by her side,