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?”

I hate him, I

moment, someone barged in,

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

her hand and placed it

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

Annabelle was leaving, she stood up and ran after her, “Annabelle, why

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

The

that the man before her was familiar, so

Joyce wasn’t completely drunk. He wished that she would hurry up and

was drunk, looked at the tall and handsome

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

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

also very pleasant, deep and

if Joyce had heard

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

Damien?

He was Damien!

half of Joyce’s tipsiness

his legs

definitely serve you well

was so frightened that she kept moving back. For

stare was as if

her knees knocked on the edge of the

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