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.

is it because I didn’t

high heels slowly climbed up his black trousers, “Mr. Robert, just say what’s on your mind. If you don’t tell me, how would I know

into a noble family. Over time, he had grown to conceal his emotions. He never allowed

Damien’s handsome face was a little lustful Now, his

When she laughed, she was the most

himself attracted to her. Weren’t there hot female

hand, wanting to squeeze her

hair that fell from her cheek to her ear. She smiled, and asked, “Mr. Damien, what do

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

She blinked, as she looked

owe me ten billion

my cars can’t he

hurts, my ears hurt, ah, my ears can’t hear, I can’t hear what you’re saying. Mr. Damien, what are you saying,

little. It seemed that he had found her weakness.

like money, he

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

was there to

at him st

so many days have elapsed, and you are unable to repay.

me to pay you a trillion dollars? Or

“I’m rich, there’s no need to rob

capitalist!” Joyce cursed

way to pay

opened

looked at her disappearing figure. He was sure that she had no money. 10.2 billion was an astronomical amount for her. He

he waited for