The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Initially, Joyce’s bowel wasn’t filled, and she didn’t have need to use the restroom, but realizing that she couldn’t escape, she suddenly felt pressed.

“Hey, I really wanna use the restroom,” she pleaded.

Two bodyguards led her to a bathroom.

The bodyguard blocked her way. She was left with no choice, hence she lowered her head and went into the bathroom.

At this moment, steady footsteps were heard outside the door. Damien asked in a low voice, “Where is she?”

“CEO, she’s in the bathroom.”

Damien turned around and went to the bathroom.

Joyce’s heart tensed. She could not be found by him. She needed to hide, but where should she hide? There was a big trash can in this bathroom. It was brand new. It was estimated to have just arrived. She quickly ran over to open the lid of the trash can, then squatted in and closed the lid again.

With a click, the bathroom door opened.

A few bodyguards walked in and started to search the restroom. Damien was behind them. He took out a cigarette from his trousers pocket with one hand and placed it between his lips, then he went on to lit the cigarette.

Joyce squatted in the trash can. She could clearly see the situation outside through the mouth of the bucket.

The bodyguards carefully searched the restroom but found no one. “Sir, I can’t find Miss Brown.” Joyce secretly looked at Damien who was not far away. The bodyguards all retreated behind him. He was smoking a cigarette.

The smoke obscured his handsome face. There was a scarlet flame between two fingers of his right hand.

Joyce shrank in fright and hugged herself tightly. Did he notice her?

Damien’s eyes were like an eagle hovering in the dark night.

“You all go out, I want to pee,” Damien, who had always been elegant and honorable, revealed a bit of playfulness.

sir,” everyone withdrew

the trash can, breathed a sigh

steady

Why is he

raised her moving eyes and saw Damien walking over. All she could see were his tight and fit waistline,

his fingers on his thin lips, and he reached out and held he

belt. With a click, he pulled

pee in the

She wondered if Damien had no morals that he wanted to pee

on a second thought, Joyce wondered if he did

that he was in front of the trash can, she could see his movements clearly. He was really pulling his

suddenly stood up from the

her trembling finger and pointed at him, “Damien, you’re changing!” she yelled. With a cigarette in his mouth, Damien knitted his eyebrows and slowly blew the smoke

the guts to do such a

raised his beautiful eyebrows. “It’s my business if I want to pee anywhere. If you let me pee on

She wondered where he derived

had she not noticed it

her, as he took the cigarette away from his

and saw that his belt had already been

quickly jumped out of

She turned and left.

lifted her foot, a big, well-defined palm grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard, causing her to fall into

it on the belt around his waist. “Hurry

reluctantly stood up straight. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but she could not get rid of his

nothing she could do at the moment. “Okay, I’ll buckle

and placed it on

palms pressed against her