Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1224: Give Me a Smile

"Hmm." Mort Thorne hummed softly.

"Mort, today is Paul’s decoration ceremony, the honor that should have belonged to you. But you still live in the shadows, live like a ghost. Despite the vast world, there is no place for you. Once you’ve exhausted yourself, you’ll return to the mountains, and only come out when it’s time to fight again. Don’t you feel wronged? Have you not considered Miss Hollis? She’s a young lady raised in the bustling city; can she bear the hardships of the mountains with you?"

Mort knitted his brows slightly. His handsome face showed no emotional fluctuation, "I will compensate her. Whatever I have, I will give her the best."

"Mort!"

"Charles," Mort interrupted Charles Bishop, "What was our original intention in establishing the Blood Eye? My heart remains unchanged, as it was years ago."

Then Mort turned and left.

...

Mort left; Dianna stepped out and looked at Charles.

Three years ago, although Charles tried to stop her and Mort from being together, Dianna knew Charles was the best person for Mort in the world aside from herself, and she respected Charles.

"Vice Officer Charles." Dianna called softly.

Charles looked at Dianna, the girl’s eyes remained clear; she and Mort had not changed.

Charles nodded, "Dianna, you heard Mort’s plan. What do you intend to do? If you plan to return to the mountains soon, I’ll help arrange your itinerary..."

Before he could finish, Dianna spoke softly, "I am not leaving."

Charles stiffened, "You..."

Dianna slowly curled her red lips, "I won’t leave, and he can’t leave either. That honor belongs to him; I will help him reclaim it. I refuse to watch everyone be deceived. I will expose the truth, see him stand at the pinnacle, see him soar in his true sky. No one can clip his wings, no one can make him... endure grievances."

Charles felt a shock within his heart, his eyes quickly filled with excitement, a thrill akin to being on the battlefield for the first time. Gradually his eyes moistened, his heart overflowed with joy. He finally understood why Mort fell in love with Dianna?

Dianna, pure and radiant like the scorching sun in June.

Only she could offer Mort true salvation, and... happiness.

Charles nodded vigorously; their Mort should not be like this, always unsettled, always unsettled.

...

Dianna returned to the hospital, meeting a nurse who quickly spoke, "Miss Hollis, where have you been? Please hurry back."

What happened?

Dianna quickly returned to the room; the corridor was silent, not a sound.

This was too unusual.

Dianna walked forward, turned a corner, and saw a scene ahead; all the doctors and nurses in white coats stood in a line on both sides of the hallway, heads lowered, not daring to make a sound.

Mort Thorne stood tall and straight in the center, his rugged handsome face completely dark, the chilling cold aura he emitted nearly froze everyone on site.

"Speak, where did you take her?" he suddenly roared.

The doctors and nurses trembled in fear, someone nearly fell to their knees, "Sir... we didn’t see... Miss Hollis, we... did nothing..."

"Then where is she?" Mort’s gaze swept over.

The doctor stretched his neck, scared speechless.

Dianna laughed; what’s he doing?

This is a hospital; is he interrogating criminals?

Dianna cleared her throat, straightening her slender waist and back, "Turn your head around, I’m here!"

The tall figure ahead stiffened, quickly turning his head.

Dianna stood cleverly, like a freshly bloomed lotus, raising her willow eyebrows at him, her small hands behind her back, mischievous and bright as a little fox.

Mort was furious, yet her appearance amused him; a few strides brought him close, his face dark as he chastised in a low voice, "Where did you run off to? If I don’t discipline you, I see you’ll ascend to the heavens!"

Dianna puffed her chest, "Is that the way to talk to the boss?"

He had said it himself; from then on, she would be the boss at home!

"... Be serious!" Mort’s heart was captivated by the little fox, aching and itching, quickly pulling a stern face.

"I couldn’t find you, so I went out to look for you, wandered around the entrance a couple of times."

As she spoke, Dianna stretched out her delicate hands to pinch his handsome cheeks, teasingly saying, "Give big brother a smile."

"..."

The status of the boss was acknowledged, but the title of "big brother" she gave herself.

Mort bent down, directly lifting her horizontally, "I’ll give you back your ’big brother’, how about a ’dad’?"

"..."

He was taking advantage of her.

Dianna quickly swung her little fists at him.

Mort didn’t dodge, holding her as he entered the room, kicked the door shut.

...

The fearsome man finally went in; everyone breathed a sigh of relief, sweating profusely.

I was scared to death just now; this man is fierce.

But as soon as Miss Hollis arrived, he calmed down; it seems only Miss Hollis can tame this Mastiff.

Was I just stuffed with dog food? Oh dear, why do I feel this man is so manly?

Stop swooning, he didn’t even look at you.

Outside was buzzing; Dianna was tossed onto the hospital bed; she flipped over, using hands and feet to crawl away.

She crawled to the inner side of the bed.

Mort extended his palm, with a "slap," directly hitting her rear.

Ah.

Dianna exclaimed, a little hand rubbing her rear, then looking back at him, "Why did you hit my butt?"

Mort looked down at her, "Will you be obedient now?"

Dianna saw it clearly; being the boss was just an illusion, she remained a slave.

"Yes, obedient." She nodded obediently.

This finally appeased Mort, "Did it hurt?"

"It hurt."

"Let me see."

He knelt on one knee on the bed, reaching out to tug her pants.

"What are you doing?" Dianna quickly pulled back her pants, her small face steaming red, is he perverse?

She refused to let him see; the two of them tugged at each other, suddenly, there was a ripping sound, and Dianna’s pants tore open.

"Mort, look at what you’ve done!" Dianna angrily scolded him, it’s patient clothes, beast.

Mort pulled her back; she was now laying on the bed, he laid atop her, directly pinning her down.

"Why so fussy, just a peek and it’s done?" He kissed her hair forcefully, inhaling her subtle fragrance.

Dianna was pressed breathless, he’s six-foot-three, packed with muscles, weighing at least 160 pounds, the whole of him pressing on her.

Yet her heart felt sweet; she privately thought, if he really looked, it wouldn’t be just a peek.