Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1236: The Jealous Commander

"I’ve known him for so many years, and it wasn’t easy for us to come together. Even though he’s distant and cold to me now, I feel a little disappointed, a little sad, a little yearning. But I won’t doubt his love for me; I always believe in him."

"He didn’t come over, but it’s okay. I’ll just stand where I am and wait for him to turn back. I’ll always keep watch over him, until the end of time."

...

In the private room.

Mort Thorne was smoking. Charles Bishop and the others were saying something, but he didn’t know and wasn’t interested. He smoked absentmindedly, his dark eyes gazing through layers of smoke at the bar over there.

In his line of sight, Dianna Hollis and Raymond Alden were sitting together, talking about something, and Dianna was smiling brightly at Raymond.

That smile was quite glaring.

Mort Thorne slipped a large hand into his pocket and took out his phone. He had changed phones; the old one didn’t have enough memory to even download WeChat, so he changed it for a slim black one.

He opened WeChat and glanced at it.

He had requested to add her as a friend, but she still hadn’t accepted.

Holding the cigarette in his thin lips, he sent another friend request.

He had sent numerous requests already.

"Mort, have a drink with us, stop playing with your phone," Charles Bishop said.

All the Crimson Eye Soldiers looked over, curiously asking, "Commander, when did you get a new phone?"

"Commander, what’s in your phone that you’re always reaching for it when you have a moment?"

Charles Bishop laughed, "When most people get promoted, they tackle important tasks first. But your commander’s first move was to get a new phone. There must be some beauty like a jade in there making him so restless."

Mort Thorne frowned, smoked two more puffs, and looked over at the bar again. Dianna Hollis had her head down, looking at her phone.

Soon, Mort Thorne’s phone buzzed.

He opened it to see, "The other party has declined your request."

Dianna Hollis had refused him.

The previous dozen times, she simply ignored him. This time, she directly refused.

Mort Thorne pressed his thin lips together, and his handsome face darkened. He tossed his phone onto the sofa and took a deep drag of his cigarette.

At this time, Dianna Hollis got up from the bar and went to the restroom.

He watched her delicate figure. She was wearing a small fragrant white knit sweater today, with tassels falling just above her knees, revealing long, slender, white legs in caramel-colored ankle boots paired with elongated striped socks. The ensemble was exuding a youthful and pure vibe, like a college girl.

Actually, her outfit today was loose-fitting, not tailored, but the relaxed, lazy knit made her look even more petite and delicate. With her high appearance, she could pull off any look.

Even her jet-black hair was tied up into a ponytail, making her look youthful and blossoming like a flower bud.

Mort Thorne watched her, his gaze drifting down to her hips and legs. His eyes, hidden behind smoke, gradually narrowed, exuding a cold, charming, and roguish aura.

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down twice, leaving him parched, like a charcoal ember was rolling in his throat.

Damn it, the cigarette in his hand had lost its taste.

Mort Thorne dropped the cigarette and got up. "You guys enjoy, I’m leaving."

Mort Thorne’s figure quickly disappeared from sight.

"Hey, Commander!"

"Don’t call him. Your commander has more important things to do," Charles Bishop chuckled knowingly.

The other Crimson Eye Soldiers were intrigued, "What important task could the commander have? He’s not going to find... the little sister-in-law, is he?"

"Definitely. I saw the commander staring at one spot earlier. When I looked, it seemed like it was the little sister-in-law."

"No wonder the commander suddenly suggested we relax at the bar. Didn’t he know the little sister-in-law was here beforehand and rushed over eagerly?"

Charles Bishop smiled. The commander’s pre-knowledge was more than knowing she was here; he knew she was here meeting her ’ex-husband,’ which is why he came running in a hurry.

Recently, every move of Dianna Hollis hasn’t escaped the commander’s eyes. After being apart for so long, he was the one most anxious about it.

See, he couldn’t hold back.

...

Dianna Hollis dried her hands and came out of the restroom. Walking along the corridor, she ran into an acquaintance, an old classmate.

This old classmate was already married and held a son in her arms.

Dianna walked over, looking at the little fellow whose bright eyes sparkled—he was utterly adorable.

She reached out to gently touch the little fellow’s chubby cheeks, resembling a piece of white tofu.

Dianna’s heart melted, as she naturally loved children. She used to always lament how quickly her cousin grew up.

"May I hold him?" Dianna asked.

"Of course you can."

Dianna carefully cradled the baby.

"Hello, Commander Thorne, hello." At this moment, a voice sounded near her ear.

Dianna quickly turned her head, only to see a tall, strong figure standing in front of her, silhouetted against the light. It was Mort Thorne.

Mort Thorne stood with his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on her small face.

He had been there for a while.

He had been watching her, always watching.

From his angle, he could see the profile of her delicate, bright face, the beauty mark on her forehead, and her dewy, healthy skin. She seemed different somehow, possibly warmer and more beautiful than before.

She appeared to like children very much, her bright eyes smiling as she held the little one.

As their eyes met, Dianna’s heart began to race.

Had he been here long, seeing her holding someone else’s child? Just the thought of it made her feel embarrassed.

Dianna’s small face blushed as though it were on fire, and she returned the baby.

Mort Thorne stood with a high-ranking officer, speaking in low voices. Dianna couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she saw the officer glance at her and nod politely before walking away.

The corridor was left with just the two of them, and Dianna’s heart began to race faster.

She wanted him, she wanted to get close to him and talk to him.

But when the chance presented itself, she suddenly didn’t know what to say.

At that moment, Mort Thorne took a long stride towards her.

She stood still, and as he approached, her view slowly darkened. His tall figure forcefully blocked out all the light.

She could smell the clean, masculine scent on him and his imposing aura was overwhelming.

He was getting closer.

A little closer, and then closer still.

And then he brushed past her and left.

Did he really just walk away?

After being apart for so long and finally meeting again, were they not even going to exchange a word?