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?”

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 better,

moment, someone barged in,

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

hand and placed

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

and ran after her, “Annabelle, why are you leaving? Don’t

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

The

know you?” Joyce felt that the man

happy that Joyce wasn’t completely drunk. He wished that

looked at the tall and

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

For the first time in his life, he was treated as a top-quality cowboy. However, he quickly said, “What,

very pleasant, deep and

Joyce

Her clean black and white pupils kept dilating. She looked at

Damien?

He was Damien!

half of Joyce’s tipsiness suddenly

his legs

serve you well and make

so frightened that she kept moving back. For

stare was

on the edge of the bed,

were propped up by her side, and