The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Anabelle left the villa, but as she walked on the lawn, she felt raindrops, the size of beans hitting her. It was actually raining.

Just a while ago, the weather was fine, and the weather forecast didn’t mention rain tonight. Yet, it was raining now.

The rain was heavy, pouring rain. Anabelle didn’t have an umbrella and was immediately soaked.

“Madam Anabelle, it’s raining. It’s impossible to walk in this heavy rain. You should go back to the villa and wait for the rain to stop before leaving.” Butler Paulo hurriedly came over with an umbrella.

Anabelle had no choice. The rain was too unusual and intense. “Thank you, Butler Paulo.”

Anabelle could only return to the villa.

Inside the villa, Anabelle took a towel and wiped off the water droplets on her body. At this moment, the deep, magnetic voice from upstairs sounded, “Go take a hot bath and change out of your wet clothes.”

Anabelle looked up, and Lord Alpha walked out of the study. He was now standing on the stairs, looking down at her.

“No need, I’ll leave once the rain subside a bit.” Anabelle politely declined.

Lord Alpha didn’t speak, his gaze darkly fixed on her.

Anabelle keenly felt his eyes roaming over her. She lowered her eyes and glanced at herself. Her silk gown was already soaked, clinging to her body. The silk gown was already figure-hugging, and now, with the added dampness, it accentuated her curves even more. The dress had a high slit, revealing her shapely legs, which Lord Elvis was now fixated on.

Anabelle and Lord Alpha were together too early, at the age of 19. Apart from him, she had hardly any contact with other men, so she was reserved and modest in this regard.

As he continued to gaze at her, Anabelle’s fair face quickly turned red. She shot him an angry glare with her almond-shaped eyes -what a rascal!

Seeing her blushing in embarrassment, Lord Alpha smirked slightly. He noticed that she hadn’t changed at all in this aspect she couldn’t handle even the slightest teasing.

As long as he teased her a bit, her face would turn red.

but you won’t go. You’re just standing there all wet in front of me. Don’t tell me you’re

a wet

him as shameless as ever,

all the

his condition. Judging by his tone, he was probably unable to

Paulo said, “Madam Anabelle, the guest room is ready. You should quickly go in, take a shower, and change your clothes. Sometimes Young Master Nathan also

Anabelle. She no longer refused and

her, and Butler Paulo walked up

at the closed door.

Paulo nodded.

Lord Alpha went to his own

hot shower, and her clothes were already prepared for her

they prepare a

still pouring heavily. It was indeed inconvenient to go out and buy new clothes in such heavy rain.

pleasant fragrance -one that

on the bed, Anabelle started feeling drowsy without realizing

creak, the door to the guest room opened, and a tall and graceful

silk nightgown. The mist clinging

bed and gazed down at

strands clung to her exquisite

rough fingertip

as it had been twenty years ago when he last saw her. He had missed

in the air -a fragrance that was both elegant and intoxicating,

the bed, blinking sleepily, and found herself looking

upon her forehead. He continued his kisses, moving from her forehead to her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose…

the bell of her nightgown. Her skin was still delicate, and he didn’t want to leave any