The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Damien’s pupils shrank from her stimulation.

He quickly stretched out his palm and clasped her slender wrist. He sneered, “Joyce, what kind of dress are you wearing? Why wear this out?”

Joyce was about to walk out, but now, he delayed her. Her patience was exhausted, and her bright face became indifferent. “Mr. Damien, what do you mean by messing around like this?”

Damien threw her onto the washstand with a flick of his hand.

Joyce’s slender back bumped into the washstand, Joyce’s face became even colder. A big palm landed on her slit skirt.

Joyce, you really don’t have the slightest sense of self-consciousness. You dress so ostentatiously, do you think you’re still a little girl?” Damien asked, as his eyes turned gloomy.

Joyce furrowed her eyebrows. Mentioning a woman’s age was a big taboo. Whether or not she dressed like a little girl had nothing to do with him!

“Mr. Damien, are you sure you want to discuss this with me? Your thinking is too feudal and conservative. Now, women wear what they feel comfortable in. What’s wrong with showing one’s legs?”

Damien let go of her waist and looked down at the her legs, which were straight and slender.

He hadn’t paid attention to how other women dressed. It had nothing to do with him. He only knew that she couldn’t wear things like this!

Other men will see!

“Come with me and change your dress.”

“I’m not changing this dress, this dress is very beautiful, why should I change? Why should you care about me?” Joyce was really depressed.

Damien stared at her faintly, “I don’t want my daughter’s mother to be this exposed outside.”

Joyce laughed in anger. She sighed, and stared seductively at him.

it because I didn’t satisfy you last

her legs, and her high heels slowly climbed up his black trousers, “Mr. Robert, just say

he had grown to conceal his emotions. He never allowed women get close

Now, his attention was focused on

she was the

he had found himself attracted to her. Weren’t there hot female celebrities hovering around him? Why

hand, wanting

step faster and withdrew her ankle from Damien’s palm. She hooked a strand of hair that fell from her cheek to her ear. She smiled, and asked, “Mr. Damien, what do

on the washstand, blocking her delicate body in his embrace. “Joyce, it looks like you don’t have a good memory. When

She blinked, as she

me

my cars can’t he

hurt, ah, my ears can’t hear, I can’t hear what you’re

a sly attitude, and his mood improved a little.

like money, he had it

and then said, “Joyce, you need to clear up

was

stared at him

for the damages you caused me. But so many days have elapsed, and you are unable to repay. You need to pay me a high amount of interest. After doing the math, in addition of the interest, you

“Mr. Damien, why don’t ask me to pay you a trillion dollars?

eyebrows, “I’m rich, there’s no need

capitalist!” Joyce

out and pushed the man away, then she adjusted her skirt. “I’ll find a way to pay your money. I’m going to raise the money, please get out

opened the door

was an astronomical amount for her. He wanted to use this money to force her to

stood patiently, as he waited for