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.

withdrew and exited the

breathed a sigh of relief. He

this moment, the steady

Why is he

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

placed the cigarette between his fingers on his thin

belt. With a click,

to pee in the

about happening. She wondered if Damien had no morals that he wanted to pee in the trash

a second thought, Joyce wondered if

the trash can, she could

and suddenly stood up

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

the guts to

pee anywhere. If you let me pee on

believe her ears. She wondered where he derived his

had she not noticed it

Damien ordered her, as he

down and saw that his belt had

out of the trash

She turned and left.

her wrist and pulled her hard, causing her to fall

it on the belt around his waist. “Hurry up and

reluctantly stood up straight. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but

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

stretched out her hand, and placed

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