Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1191: She Reached Out and Caressed His Weathered, Handsome Face

Chapter 1191: Chapter 1191: She Reached Out and Caressed His Weathered, Handsome Face

He died.

Died three years ago.

So whether the man before her now is him or not doesn’t matter anymore.

Dianna turned around and left.

But Mort Thorne reached out and grabbed her delicate wrist, not letting her go.

Dianna glanced at his tightly gripping large hand with her downcast eyelashes and coldly said two words, "Let go."

He had already let go of her a long time ago, so why hold on now?

Mort Thorne’s throat was dry, a thousand words choked in his heart, unsure of what to say. Slowly, he released his hand.

Dianna did not get into the luxury car; she just left. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The cold night wind blew against her cheeks, and as she walked, her pale eyes turned red.

At this moment, a sharp brake sound suddenly rang in her ears. Dianna quickly glanced to the side, and two bright white lights shone over. A turning truck was heading straight for her.

Dianna froze.

"Watch out!"

In the nick of time, Mort Thorne ran over and directly pushed her away.

Dianna fell to the ground, didn’t feel the pain, but with a "bang," the truck hit someone.

"There’s been an accident! Go take a look!"

Passersby crowded over.

Dianna looked back; Mort Thorne had been hit by the truck, his right leg prosthetic had come out, the pant leg empty.

Her clear black-and-white pupils suddenly contracted, her mind went blank, but her body was already running over.

She squatted down, her small face pale and bloodless, she looked at the man in shock, why did he save her?

Mort Thorne was sitting on the ground. He had good reflexes; when he pushed Dianna, he also ran forward, but the truck was too fast and hit his right leg.

He couldn’t dodge, and the prosthetic came out.

The baseball cap on his head was also knocked off, revealing his handsome, deep features. His former typical Starfall City boss’s three-seven parted slick hair now soft and clean, covering his dark eyelids. He pressed with one hand on his hit right leg, looking up at her, and the girl was already frightened out of her wits.

His heart softened, and in a hoarse voice, he said, "Don’t be afraid, I’m fine."

Don’t be afraid, I’m fine...

These words carried faint coaxing and doting.

Dianna looked at him; he was pressing against the amputated thigh area, where blood had seeped through, staining the ground. His arm also had abrasions, his thin lips pale, but he showed no sign of pain. He just looked at her, warm and soft, smiling.

A crystal mist instantly covered Dianna’s already red eyes.

She seemed about to cry.

Mort Thorne immediately became flustered; she rarely cried, and he couldn’t bear to see her cry, "What’s wrong?"

Dianna tightly bit down on her red lip with her pearly teeth, then said, "You go, don’t come back. I never want to see you again."

Mort Thorne froze.

"I don’t like people who come and go in my life repeatedly. Whether you are him or not, I will gradually forget him. Three years ago, not only he but also Dianna Hollis died; the Dianna who was willing to go down in flames for love, she already died."

The old Dianna was already dead.

When she slit her wrist three years ago.

When she stood before that tombstone, she suddenly felt her life had come to an end.

Living, was meaningless.

She deeply cut open her wrist with a sharp blade; she killed herself.

From now on, she would no longer let him rely on her love.

Dianna did not look at him again. She got up and left.

She left.

Mort Thorne raised his handsome eyelids and looked at her as many onlookers swarmed, her beautiful silhouette gradually faded from his view.

He knew this time she had really left.

She wouldn’t come back.

Mort Thorne felt his heart had been hollowed out; this feeling of loss almost drove him crazy, made him go mad.

Supporting himself with one hand on the ground, he slowly stood up.

"Sir, you’re injured, let me take you to the hospital!" At this moment, the truck driver hurriedly ran over, reaching out to support Mort Thorne.

Mort Thorne pushed the driver away with one hand; without the prosthetic or crutches, he moved, hopping forward.

The empty pant leg still oozed blood downward, but he didn’t feel the pain. The man hopped slowly forward, steady and strong, not at all defeated or embarrassed.

This man had a kind of worldly yet compassionate power granted by time, which slowly seeped out, commanding awe.

Even though he had only one leg left, his left leg was strong and filled with power.

This man, even missing a leg, was full of spirit.

Mort Thorne’s facial contours were rigid, his jaw tight and cold, those handsome thin lips tightly pressed to pale, he looked so frightening, the crowd automatically parted to make way.

He went through the crowd and saw her; Dianna bent over, ready to get in the car.

A strong arm suddenly encircled her slender waist; the man hugged her from behind. She heard his slight panting, heard the "thump thump" beating from his heart, and his husky murmur, "Dianna~"

Dianna~

He was calling her name.

He was indeed Mort Thorne.

This was the real Mort Thorne.

Dianna froze, and after a few seconds, she quickly struggled, trying to push him away.

"Dianna, I’m sorry."

What did he say?

He said, "Dianna, I’m sorry."

"Sorry, you’ve said it too many times. I don’t want to hear it."

At this time, the man’s heavy body pressed down from behind, his head resting on her smooth shoulder.

"Mort Thorne, let go!"

"Dianna, you should know, I don’t want to let go. I never thought of letting go of your hand. Even with just one leg, I’m desperately heading towards you, coming to you, but..." He didn’t continue.

But what?

But he had his responsibilities and beliefs, he had his country; all choices were in a single thought, but it might cause him pain for half a lifetime.

These three years, she hadn’t had a good time.

How could he have had a good time?

Dianna was silent for a moment, then turned her head, and only then did she notice the man had closed his eyes, losing consciousness.

But he did not fall.

Dianna had never encountered a man like him. Now he stood on the ground with just one leg; even after being hit by a car, his iron-like body couldn’t hold on and fainted, but he still stood tall, and the strong arm around her waist remained as powerful.

He seemed just tired, closed his eyes for a nap.

Maybe that’s why she loves him.

He had a power in him that attracted her deeply, making her nearly devoutly admire and look up to him.

After Mort Thorne, there would be no other Mort Thorne; she could never love anyone else in her entire life.

Dianna, trembling, reached out her fingers and touched his cold and weathered handsome face.