The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Damien’s face ashened as he walked to the coffee table. He pulled a tissue to cover his nose. His strong chest began to throb.

He felt embarrassed.

Joyce did not expect that his nose would actually bleed. She looked at herself and found out that her clothes were not too revealing. Now she believed it. What Mrs. Robert said was true. He had not touched a woman in all these years!

“Boss Robert!” Joyce called out to him.

Damien looked back at her with an unpleasant gaze. “What?”

“Mr. Robert, it seems like you’ve not seen the best things of this world.” Joyce replied.

Damien stared at her fiercely. Without saying a word, he turned around and entered the bathroom. Joyce looked at his back. Why did she think he was a little awkward? He looked so cute.

Damien took a cold shower and came out. Joyce had already changed into a normal nightdress and leaned against the bedside to read.

Hearing the sound of him approaching, she raised her head and looked at him with her watery eyes. “People already think we’re together, are you happy now?”

It took Damien a few seconds to keep up with her rhythm. She actually spoke to him!

“Shut up!” he ordered.

Joyce covered half of her face with a book, revealing only a pair of watery eyes that were dark. Looking at his embarrassed face, she laughed.

Damien felt very depressed, hence he returned to his sofa.

“Mr. Robert, I’ve been here for two days. I’m leaving tomorrow.”

What?

She was leaving tomorrow?

two days, he was already used to

he saw were dim lights, and all he heard were the happy. laughter of her and

the old lady, the perfect

actually wanted to let this day go

that

said. After a

understanding. She also said that we women must have

to leave. Mrs. Robert already knew about it. He was

person to know.

looked up from the document. His eyes fell on her bright face. “What career are

Could she tell him?

she tell

say that she going to be a

secret.”

wouldn’t say it. Anyway, she knew that

closed the document and threw it on the table, “Let’s go, hurry

sofa and closed

understand what was wrong with him? Why was

was so difficult to

tell you. I’ve already coaxed your mum as we agreed. She shouldn’t disturb you for a while. Since

turned his

it, let’s talk about it tomorrow morning.” He replied

had to find a way to take the book away, she couldn’t tolerate

book

Joyce had fallen asleep because he heard her long.

wanted to get up and

the crystal chandelier above his head. Every time, she broke into his life forcefully. And in the end, he was abandoned