Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1225: Mission Accomplished—Having a Child

Chapter 1225: Chapter 1225: Mission Accomplished—Having a Child

The two of them entwined in this position, Mort Thorne buried his face in her hair, "What do you want for dinner?"

"Porridge, I guess."

"Okay, I’ll go get some." Mort got up and left the hospital room.

After the man left, Dianna Hollis lazily stayed put. Her body was filled with his lingering warmth. She stretched out her small hands to cup her flushed and hot cheeks.

Dianna dialed a number, "Hello, team leader, can you help me report to the higher-ups? I request to meet the old superior once!"

This superior, Julian Carter, is in his fifties. In his youth, he was renowned for his military achievements and now is respectfully called the old superior wherever he goes.

Melissa Carter is his only daughter, a lady of high status.

Dianna had heard of this old superior before. He was a straight-laced and decisive leader, a true warrior, but he had his daughter quite late in life, so he spoiled Melissa a bit, neglecting discipline.

Dianna needed to find the old superior.

"Dianna, the old superior is not someone just anyone can meet, but I can help you submit the report first. The old superior is currently on a military visit to Z Country. You should fly to Z Country first. Even if the report does not go through, you can find another way."

"Alright, thank you, team leader."

After hanging up, Dianna booked a flight ticket to Z Country. She was set to leave the next day.

Just then, a "click" sounded as Mort returned, carrying a plastic bag with takeout inside.

"Mort, you’re back?" Dianna called sweetly.

Looking at her smiling eyes, Mort pinched her cheek and placed the thick millet porridge by her side, along with a few tasty side dishes.

"Did you wait long?"

"No."

He stood tall beside her, and she wrapped her small hands around his firm waist, her head nuzzling against his solid abs like a spoiled little fox.

Mort’s lips curled up, realizing once again how clingy she could be. He placed the chopsticks into her hand, "Enough sticking around, eat up!"

Clueless guy!

Dianna took a bite of the millet porridge. It was delicious.

Suddenly, she noticed a shadow moving in the small window of the hospital room door. Someone familiar appeared outside—it was Paul.

Dianna looked at Mort, "Why did he come along?"

Mort pushed a green bean into her mouth, expressionless, "Just eat."

Dianna chewed the bean, and then picked up a piece of stir-fried meat and put it in Mort’s mouth, "You should eat meat. Men need meat for strength."

Mort chewed a couple of times, looking her up and down. A mischievous glint emerged in his eyes, "Strength for what?"

Dianna didn’t understand.

Mort raised his eyebrows suggestively.

One second, two seconds... Dianna suddenly understood what he meant, her face turning bright red. This man... such a flirt!

She quickly lowered her head and continued eating her porridge.

At that moment, the hospital room door swung open. Paul stood at the entrance anxiously with a group of FIU members behind him, "Melissa has been kidnapped. Those are the subordinates of the Scorpions. They’re desperate now and can do anything. Will you rescue her?"

Melissa was kidnapped?

Dianna’s eyelashes fluttered as she faintly smiled. Melissa and Paul had been so flashy lately, naturally attracting attention—and trouble.

How could Paul dare to ask Mort to rescue Melissa?

"I didn’t want to come to you either, but we can’t find their hideout now. Only you can save Melissa..."

Before he could finish, Mort grabbed a book from the table and threw it at Paul by the door, "You’re more annoying than a crow, get lost!"

Paul turned pale, feeling humiliated.

The hospital room door closed.

Dianna ate another spoonful of porridge, then glanced at the man beside her. He was eating, his soft hair partially shielding his deep eyes. He was already halfway through his food, with muscular arms bulging powerfully.

"Mort, will you go save Melissa?"

Mort didn’t look up, nor did his expression change, "Melissa didn’t betray you. She wouldn’t dare."

It was the Scorpion members who had tracked down Dianna’s identity, unrelated to Melissa.

Dianna gently bit her chopsticks, "So, you’re going to save her?"

Mort finished his meal, leaving no grain of rice behind, a clean plate action. He took the chopsticks from her and started feeding her, "Eat quickly, the porridge and side dishes are getting cold."

Dianna huffed. She knew he would save her.

But why?

His back wound had just scarred over, his right leg’s amputated area still inflamed. This man endured everything in silence, never complaining about pain.

Her heart ached unbearably.

He brought the porridge to her lips, and she obediently finished it without saying another word to him.

Once the porridge was finished, she stood and tidied up the table, "Let me. You can leave now."

She went into the bathroom.

Standing at the sink, she turned on the tap and began washing her small hands.

Then she heard the sound of steady footsteps approaching; Mort hadn’t left but instead entered the bathroom.

Dianna raised her head, her gaze meeting his in the mirror.

Mort’s hands were in his pockets, and he used his elbow to close the bathroom door, his deep eyes intensely watching her.

Soon, he walked over, his tall figure standing behind her, trapping her delicate body against the sink.

Dianna wanted to move, but the man leaned down, pressing his soft lips against her cheek in a kiss.

"Mort, get off!" she angrily pushed him.

But his strong body didn’t budge. Finding her lips, he kissed her passionately.

His overwhelming intensity aimed to steal her breath away.

Dianna opened her mouth, biting gently on his tongue.

Mort loosened his grip slightly but kept his lips close to her, his voice low and laced with amusement and affection, "Looks like you’re really better—you have the strength to bite now."

Mort’s large hands squeezed her slender waist, and Dianna pushed against him, unable to stop him.

"What are you doing? This is a hospital!" she cried, her eyes turning red, tears welling up on her lashes.

"If you don’t make a sound, who will know what we’re doing?"

"Mort!"

This man had an agenda.

Mort, restraining a handsome frown, placed a passionate kiss behind her ear, whispering softly, "I’m sorry, don’t be mad."

His "I’m sorry" quickly soured Dianna’s heart. She turned and hugged him tightly.

"Mort, don’t say sorry. I should apologize. I shouldn’t have been so childish. It’s just... I can’t bear to see you go."

Mort ran his fingers through her hair, his voice firm and composed, "I’ll be back soon."

Dianna sniffed slightly, adjusting her emotions. She smiled, "Okay, I’m not angry anymore. You should go."

Mort curled his lips, reaching to tug at her clothes, "Not in a rush. We still need to work hard and fulfill our plan to have a baby sooner."