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

breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t notice her, he just wanted to

this moment, the steady

is he coming here?”

and saw Damien walking over. All she could see were his tight and fit waistline, the

fingers on his thin lips, and

a click, he pulled the belt

to pee

wondered if Damien had no morals that he wanted

a second thought, Joyce wondered if

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

stood up from

and slowly blew the smoke on her face. The smoke choked into her nose and mouth.

guts

to pee anywhere. If you let me

her ears. She wondered where

had she not noticed

her, as he took the cigarette away

and saw that his belt had already been

out

She turned and left.

well-defined palm grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard, causing her to fall

on the belt around his waist. “Hurry up

withdraw her

nothing she could do at

hand, and placed it

narrowed, and his big, sharp palms pressed against her shoulders and pushed her directly to the