Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1207: Years Later, I Became You

The scent of the girl’s subtle fragrance brushed under his nose. His vision was filled with her smooth white skin, and Mort Thorne’s breathing became hurried. His expression turned extremely displeased as he quickly slipped the black shirt over her little head to cover her up, chiding hoarsely, "Aren’t you embarrassed? Put your clothes on!"

Dianna Hollis had her small face wrapped inside his black shirt, which carried not only his residual warmth but also his rich masculine scent.

It felt like her heart was coated in honey, but she hummed, "Don’t be fierce with me."

"..."

Once she had the shirt on, it was so big that it reached below her knees, hanging loosely. At this point, Dianna exclaimed, "My leg cramped up."

"Such a hassle," Mort Thorne muttered impatiently, swiftly lowering his tall frame to a half-squat. His rough large hands grabbed her calf, massaging it, "Where? Here?"

"Mm, yes."

Mort Thorne massaged her calf. Her calf was slender and delicate, not even as thick as his wrist. He softened his grip, worried he might accidentally crush it.

"Mort Thorne, that’s enough now. It doesn’t hurt anymore."

"Really?"

"Really."

Mort Thorne stood up, "Hurry back."

He took her hand and started to leave.

"Hey!" Dianna quickly stood on tiptoe, wrapping her small hands around his neck. She looked at him bashfully, "I’ll go if you give me a kiss here."

She poked her cheek with a little finger.

Begging for a kiss.

Mort Thorne held her slender waist, giving it a squeeze, "Did you come back just for this?"

Dianna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then smiled, "Not entirely, more importantly, I wanted to come back and tell you, you’re wrong. It was never you sending me away, it was... I who sent you away, always!"

Mort Thorne stopped short.

"Do you know why I joined FIU?"

Mort Thorne only found out later that she had joined FIU, choosing a difficult path.

"Because I wanted to walk the path you once walked. I hope that years later, I can become another you."

Mort Thorne’s heart skipped a beat. He never imagined she would say such words.

She wanted to walk the path he had once walked.

Years later, she hoped to become another him.

Mort Thorne lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

He kissed like a storm, seizing her red lips hard, burying his head in her tender neck, nibbling on her delicate skin.

Furrowing his handsome brows, he concealed all his emotions, only his taut muscles betrayed the surge within him, "Dianna! Dianna~"

He called her name over and over again, then kissed her red lips again.

His kiss was even more forceful than before, and Dianna’s breathing gradually heated up. Her legs were about to give way, like a fish dying of thirst.

He was molten lava, already igniting her.

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed, someone was coming.

"How’s Mountains doing there with you? Although he’s lame in one leg, his massive build and solid muscles must have pleased you, right?"

The voice was familiar; it was Scorpion.

Scorpion had arrived, having just slept with a top girl. He was speaking with Lady Snow, cigarette smoke curling around him.

Scorpion was inherently suspicious, probing Lady Snow about Mort Thorne.

Dianna’s heart tightened. There was some distance between them now; if Scorpion walked a bit more in this direction, he might see them, and then they would be discovered.

Frightened, she reached out to push Mort Thorne.

Mort Thorne’s handsome features were shadowed in the dim light, his expression unreadable. His strong fingers grasped her slender wrist, pinning it above her head. He lightly bit her lip corner as a punishment, "Focus."

"..."

At such a time, he still dared.

"Mort Thorne..." she softly called his name, glancing at him with wet eyes, a look of admonishment.

Mort Thorne glanced at her, his large hand sliding to her slender waist, giving it a firm squeeze.

The sudden pain made Dianna’s dark pupils contract, nearly crying out.

Her heartbeat was in her throat. She looked at him, only to see the man smirk playfully, "So bold, yet daring to come out and play."

"..."

He was teasing her.

Dianna lifted her foot to kick him, but the man was faster. His sturdy knee quickly pressed against her slender leg, pinning it to the wall, immobilizing her.

The man’s tall and strong body lowered, completely enveloping her delicate frame.

Elsewhere, Lady Snow adjusted her clothes, smiling with practiced charm, "Just got out of bed, my bones almost fell apart from the fuss. Your driver seems like he hasn’t touched a woman in decades."

Scorpion finally relaxed, it seemed there was no immediate trouble with the driver.

He looked at Lady Snow, reaching out lecherously for her collar, his words turning crude, "This driver doesn’t like those young top girls, just picked you. Isn’t it because of your charm?"

With a "slap," Lady Snow knocked Scorpion’s hand away, giving him a reproachful look, "You rascal."

Scorpion tried to hug Lady Snow, attempting to kiss her.

Lady Snow evaded backward, avoiding his kiss.

Scorpion paused, his face falling dark, "What, hooked up with a poor driver and don’t want to be with me anymore?"

Lady Snow maintained her smile, proactively embracing Scorpion, "Aren’t you afraid your little ice beauty will find out? If you want me to serve you, I’ll cling to you every day."

Thinking of Dianna, Scorpion lost interest. He pushed Lady Snow away, "I’m warning you, don’t talk nonsense in front of her. I haven’t slept with that little ice beauty yet, she’s precious."

Scorpion grinned lewdly, "Just thinking about her makes me excited."

"Scorpion Lord, I’m jealous, I’m upset," Lady Snow turned and walked away.

"Lady Snow, wait for me." Scorpion chased after Lady Snow.

...

Once those two left, Dianna let out a sigh of relief. At that moment, the man’s soft chuckle sounded by her ear, "Aren’t you proud of bewitching Scorpion like that?"

Dianna looked up, meeting the man’s eyes. He had a smile at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were clouded with darkness.

Scorpion’s words earlier clearly hit a nerve with him.

"It’s getting late, I should go back." She turned to make a run for it.

But there was no escape. Mort Thorne still had her pinned between his sturdy chest and the wall.

Dianna quickly thought, saying, "I don’t care about mesmerizing Scorpion. I only care if I can enchant you, so you’d surrender your soul to me."

Mort Thorne was barely satisfied with that answer. He released her, "Come on, I’ll take you back."

But Dianna quickly wrapped her arms around her stomach, groaning in pain, "My stomach hurts."

Mort Thorne froze, his large hand swiftly moving to her flat stomach, gently rubbing in circles.