Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1190: He’s Already Dead, Dead Three Years Ago

Chapter 1190: Chapter 1190: He’s Already Dead, Dead Three Years Ago

She told him, now please, take off your pants.

Mort Thorne’s brows furrowed immediately. He looked at Dianna Hollis across from him, her cold, bright eyes were staring straight at him without a hint of shyness. She really had become... reckless.

"Is asking a man to take off his pants something a girl like you can say so casually?" he criticized sternly.

Dianna Hollis crossed her delicate arms over her chest, her rosy lips curled up charmingly, "I just said it casually, what can you do about it?"

"..." Mort Thorne actually felt like hitting her right now, but her arrogant, yet dazzingly lazy demeanor was making his heart itch. He desperately wanted to pull her into his arms and cherish her, "What if I say I won’t take them off? What will you do then?"

Dianna quickly got up, came over to Mort Thorne, suddenly lifted her hand, and placed it on his broad shoulder.

Mort Thorne froze suddenly.

Then Dianna’s small hand slowly traveled down along his shoulder line, as she leaned in close to his ear, her breath warm and fragrant, "Then... I’ll have to do it myself. If you won’t take them off, I’ll help you do it."

Mort Thorne’s toned waist tightened suddenly. He hadn’t expected her to be bold enough to come over like this. Now it felt as if her small hand carried an electric current, wherever it traveled on him, a tingling sensation surged through his core, and he quickly swallowed hard.

Dianna had already felt the change in his body temperature, but she did not stop, her soft fingertips traced down his chest toward his waist, she clicked her tongue twice and praised, "I didn’t expect that although your legs are impaired, your physique is so great. In this regard, you’re quite like him... Oh right, he had eight-pack abs, let me count yours, and see if they’re the same?"

She actually started counting his abs.

Mort Thorne closed his eyes; this was by far the greatest temptation he had ever faced. She was playing with fire everywhere. If this continued, he feared he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

Mort Thorne reached out, firmly grabbed her slender, fair wrist, "Enough, stop fooling around!"

Enough, stop fooling around!

A person’s voice may change, but their tone doesn’t. Dianna looked at him, remembering how, in the past, Mort Thorne would also reprimand her in that low voice, telling her to stop fooling around.

She was still bent down, the two of them so close that she could smell the fresh soap scent on him. She stopped smiling and asked directly, "So, are you going to take them off yourself, or shall I help you?"

"..." Mort Thorne felt she was doing it on purpose, purposely torturing him. He pressed his thin lips together, "It’s not convenient here. Take me out first, and we’ll see."

He wanted to leave first.

Dianna sneered, "Do you really need to pick a place to take off your pants? You’re really fussy."

After saying this, she forcefully pulled her wrist back from his grip.

Mort Thorne’s hand fell into emptiness. His fingers curled and brushed against it, already beginning to miss the warm and smooth feel of her skin.

Dianna didn’t linger, she took a step and walked out, not turning back, "Come out."

...

Dianna was the first to step out, waiting outside for Mort Thorne.

Two men stumbled over, top executives of the mall, dead drunk. They brightened up upon seeing Dianna, "Oh my, who is this? Isn’t this the first ice beauty of City of Crestfall, Miss Dianna Hollis?"

"Miss Hollis, hello, come, give us a hug."

One man lunged at Dianna.

A cold gleam flashed in Dianna’s eyes, she sidestepped slightly, and the drunken man crashed right into the wall.

Ouch.

That man, furious from embarrassment, snorted coldly, "What’s with the arrogance? We address you as Miss Hollis, and you really think you’re a big shot?"

The other man’s sleazy eyes roamed over Dianna’s delicate face and her graceful, lithe figure, rubbing his hands wickedly, "That’s not the right way to put it; show some respect. She’s now the young lady of the Alden family. When we see her, we should respectfully call her Mrs. Alden."

"What, Mrs. Alden? Oh, right, right, she’s Mrs. Alden!"

"I don’t know what President Alden is thinking. What kind of woman can’t he have? Why did he choose Dianna? Just because nobody dares to mention it, doesn’t mean the past doesn’t exist. Do you still remember Cain Shaw, the great boss who dominated Starfall City three years ago? Our Mrs. Alden was his mistress!"

"Even though Cain Shaw died three years ago, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re just a toy that’s been played with by others!"

"Mrs. Alden, you must be very lonely, right? How about us brothers keep you company tonight?"

The two men simultaneously moved toward Dianna with bad intentions.

Dianna remained expressionless and didn’t move at all. She let out a cold, sarcastic laugh, waiting for them to come close.

Yet, a bee sting-like pain and ache seeped into her heart.

City of Crestfall is so small; no matter how much the past is buried, there are always rumors circulating.

What she thought she had already forgotten was brought up so easily.

The wound deep inside her heart, which she thought had scarred over, was now seen to be still bleeding profusely.

As those two men came closer, Dianna’s eyes turned sharp, planning to take action.

But just then, her vision darkened as a tall, muscular figure quickly appeared, the man kicked both men with a leg.

Ow.

The two men screamed and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Dianna looked up at the newcomer, it was Mort Thorne.

Dianna showed no expression; she took her long legs, stepped around Mort Thorne in her high heels, and walked away.

...

Dianna knew Mort Thorne was following her, she coldly curved her lips, "Why aren’t you saying anything?"

Mort Thorne deeply furrowed his brows into a frown. He had heard the things those two men said to humiliate her; these were the wounds he had caused her, wounds that could never be healed.

He didn’t know what to say.

He didn’t know what else he could do.

"You also heard the conversation of those two men earlier. Everyone in City of Crestfall understands; they all see me this way. My reputation has long been ruined. That’s what that man brought upon me."

Mort Thorne’s big hands hanging at his sides suddenly clenched into fists, but after a long time, they slowly loosened again. He asked in a low voice, "Does your husband...mind these things? Is he...good to you?"

Dianna suddenly stopped in her tracks. She turned to face him, looking at him, "You know I’m married now?"

Mort Thorne pressed his lips together.

Dianna stared at him, fixated her gaze on him. She got her answer; he knew she was married.

So, he knew about her marriage!

Ha.

Good.

Really good.

"Go," Dianna suddenly said.

Mort Thorne paused.

"Yes, I really wanted to know if you are really him at first, but now I realize the question is meaningless. That man died; he died three years ago. You are not him."