Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1223: Little Rascal

"Hey!" Dianna immediately called out to him, "Melissa, the young lady, is still waiting for you. Aren’t you going to say goodbye to her?"

Mort Thorne lowered his gaze, meeting her bright eyes. She looked at him mischievously and softly, as if she were watching a good show.

"Having fun teasing me?"

He replied, turning abruptly to slam the door shut, leaving Melissa outside.

Outside, Melissa stood frozen, her hands clenched tightly into fists at her sides. For years, this man had been so cold and heartless to her, and she always thought that was just his nature.

But it wasn’t true; he could also be so gentle.

Every bit of pain, every gaze from Dianna deeply attracted him; there was no one else in his eyes.

...

In the hospital room.

Mort placed Dianna on the hospital bed and tucked a soft cushion behind her, "Do you want some water?"

"Yeah, I do." Dianna nodded.

Mort went to pour a cup of warm water, bringing it directly to her lips.

Dianna sipped the water from his hands and quickly furrowed her delicate eyebrows.

"What’s wrong, does it hurt again?" Mort furrowed his brows, "I’ll go find a doctor and ask for some painkillers."

He got up to leave.

"Mort!"

Dianna quickly grabbed the man’s sleeve, playfully saying, "Going over there with such intensity, you might scare someone. It’s not pain; it’s just that everything tastes so bitter, even water."

"Want some candy?"

Candy is sweet.

Dianna raised her small head to look at him and nodded, "Yeah."

"Then I’ll go get some for you now." He was about to leave again.

"Hey!" Dianna tugged at his sleeve, not letting go.

Mort, tall and long-legged, stood by the bedside and turned to look at her, "Why are you pulling me? I don’t have any candy in my pocket."

He said he didn’t have candy in his pocket.

This silly guy.

Dianna used a few small fingers to tug at his sleeve insistently, "Come here."

"What is it?"

"..."

Dianna laughed in exasperation, puffing her pale red lips, and softly uttered two words, "Kiss me."

Mort’s eyelid twitched immediately, raising his slender eyebrows, his narrow brow arch rippling with a seductive and teasing charm.

Taking his large hands out of his pants pockets, he lowered his towering body and kissed her red lips.

Her request for a "kiss" melted his heart.

Her sweet and tender girl-like demeanor, he loved very deeply.

His large hand gently cupped the back of her head, and he pressed and caressed her soft red lips passionately...

"What’s bitter about it? Isn’t this little mouth sweet?" he said hoarsely.

Their faces were close together, breaths entwined. She was sick, and he kissed her tenderly, not as intensely as his usual storm of passion, but this gentle kiss made Dianna’s petite face bloom with two faint blushes, making her look especially captivating.

Dianna fluttered her butterfly-like lashes and softly whined, "But I still feel like my mouth is bitter..."

Mort’s thin lips curved into a joyful arc, "Shall I kiss you again?"

Now, he wasn’t so silly.

"Okay," Dianna responded.

Mort sat by the bed and pressed down once more on her red lips.

But he didn’t kiss her; Dianna dodged, her small head falling on his firm shoulder with a chuckle.

Mort froze, realizing she was teasing him.

Her bell-like laughter echoed by his ear, her breath like orchids brushing his neck, Mort held her small head, and with his strong arm wrapped around her fragrant shoulder, he applied a bit of force, holding her tight, tighter, "You little rascal, are you asking for trouble?"

Dianna reached out a small hand to hug his sturdy waist, and the two embraced.

Both of them had smiles staining their lips, so happy.

The entire hospital room became incredibly warm and pleasant.

"You want to trouble me, huh? I haven’t dealt with you yet. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t see you; I only heard Melissa’s voice outside, crying and begging you to turn around and look at her." Dianna grumbled unhappily.

Mort’s flexible thin lips kissed her fragrant forehead, "She asks me to turn around and I do? Does she think she’s Dianna Hollis?"

His deep voice overflowed with pampering.

Dianna raised her willow brows, amused by him, but then she pretended to worry and said, "Even saying that, when a girl pursues a guy, it’s like there’s a veil in between. You were chased down by me; what if one day you’re chased by Melissa?"

"Nonsense! If I don’t stop and wait for you, how can you catch up to me?"

"..."

He had become prideful too.

Dianna was amused. Okay, she admitted that when she was pursuing him, he stood in place and didn’t leave.

"Mort Thorne, I find you’re quite subtly flirtatious."

He liked her, yet never spoke.

Just stood there, waiting for her to pursue.

Mort lowered his eyes, long fingers pinching her delicate chin, forcing her to look up, "Do you prefer my subtle flirting or obvious flirting?"

Dianna playfully fluttered her lashes, curiously asking in a soft voice, "What’s obvious flirting like?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Mort directly blocked her red lips.

Dianna’s heart and mouth felt like they were coated with honey when he kissed openly like this—this is what he called obvious flirting.

He truly had excuses for himself.

Dianna hugged his neck, shyly and actively returning his kiss.

...

Young and full of vitality, Dianna recovered quickly.

That day, she got out of bed herself, walking down the hallway for a bit of activity. At this point, she saw a group of doctors and nurses gathered, watching a large LCD TV.

"Look quickly, Paul has been promoted and honored. Wow, he’s so handsome."

"This time, Officer Paul has eliminated a major drug lord for us, risking his life. This is the model soldier, the backbone of the people."

"I’m so in awe of Officer Paul. He’s the most handsome man in the world..."

Dianna looked at the LCD TV; today was Paul’s promotion and honor ceremony. Dressed in a military uniform, he attracted everyone’s attention, truly in the limelight, dashing and heroic.

Those doctors and nurses admired him so much, like a surging river.

Dianna’s eyes suddenly cooled a bit, her lips curved in a mocking arc; their shamelessness had refreshed her baseline.

She wanted to return to the hospital room, but as she passed a stairwell, she saw two people, Mort and Charles Bishop, talking.

Dianna quickly hid in a corner, listening intently to their conversation.

She looked at Mort’s handsome, rugged face; he habitually pressed his thin lips together, his sharp features making him look more intense.

"Mort, I heard Dianna’s body is almost fully recovered, and soon she can be discharged. What are your plans for the future?"

Mentioning Dianna made Mort’s handsome brow soften a bit, and he said lowly, "I want to take her away."

"Away? Back to the mountains?" Charles asked.