Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 769 - 765, His Contradiction

Felix Shaw was feeling conflicted. He had previously promised Elizabeth White that he wouldn’t touch other women. That time when he felt upset and proposed to Mia Foster, she said he was never allowed to find another woman again...

Staring at those lines of text, Felix Shaw didn’t reply for a long time. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Before Felix could reply, Elizabeth White sent him another message.

...I know you should be with her right now, so I won’t disturb you anymore...

A woman skilled in emotional maneuvering knows best how to advance by retreating. Persistent pressure could backfire, but a timely provocation could unsettle his mind. That’s why she sent this seemingly sorrowful WeChat message, and sure enough, almost instantly after sending it, Felix replied.

...Tired from the day and want to rest. I will come to keep you company in a few days...

Looking at the text on her phone, Elizabeth White’s lips curled into a triumphant smile, and her fingers quickly typed a few more characters.

...Hmm, I’ll wait for you, don’t forget what you promised... Love you... Cross my heart...

After clearing the chat history, Felix Shaw placed his phone back on the coffee table and got up to go to the washroom, but remembering that Mia Foster was still inside, he sat back down.

Mia Foster emerged from the bathroom, still wearing the dress she had on earlier, her long hair now in a ponytail. "Felix, the bath is ready. Go take your shower," she said.

"Thank you," Felix stood up and walked toward the bathroom.

Watching Felix’s retreating figure, Mia Foster pondered for a moment and then turned back to the bedroom.

Opening the closet, she took out a newly bought nightgown. It was a festive bright red and made of sheer material, with a long cardigan over a strappy nightgown. She slipped off her dress and changed into the nightgown, feeling a bit shy as she looked at her intermittently visible figure in the mirror.

In the novels, such a style of nightwear is said to be the most enticing to men...

She also grabbed Felix’s pajamas and walked out of the bedroom toward the bathroom.

Knocking gently on the door, Mia Foster said, "Felix, I’m coming in," and without waiting for a response, she opened the door.

Almost at the same time, Felix swiftly stood up from the bathtub, wrapped a towel around himself, slipped on slippers, and hurried out without even having the time to dry his hair.

"I’m done washing, go ahead after I’ve filled the water," he said.

Clutching Felix’s pajamas and watching his hurried departure, Mia Foster’s delicate brows involuntarily furrowed.

Not until the bathroom door closed did she let out a long sigh, placed the pajamas on the hanger, and turned on the shower.

Standing under the shower, Mia Foster’s mind wandered, baffled by Felix’s behavior.

She admitted that she was the proactive one in this relationship, but that time, it was Felix who took the initiative to touch her, to propose to her...

And what does his current behavior amount to?

Is it unfamiliarity, shyness, or... remorse?

Thinking of the recent past, Felix had been staying in T city, and most of the time, he was indeed with her. So, Mia foster didn’t believe he had someone new, after all, he had neither the time nor the energy.

Meanwhile, at the Shaw Family mansion, Melody Zachary sat in front of the dining table, gazing at the spread of dishes she had personally cooked, envisioning a family dinner to celebrate her son’s marriage, yet her husband Oliver Shaw did not return despite numerous calls.

She was aware of what her son was averse to, but sometimes matters of the heart really are beyond one’s control... Perhaps, her choice was a mistake; she shouldn’t have compromised.

Standing, she left the dining room and instructed Aunty Xu faintly, "Put everything away," and then walked upstairs. It wasn’t too late, not yet ten o’clock, but Oliver and mother and daughter had already retired to their rooms to rest.

In the vast living room, she was alone, her usual favorite TV dramas no longer of interest.

As she ascended the stairs, leaning on the banister, she thought of retiring to her room early too. Passing by the master bedroom, sounds emanated from within,

...Honey, is it better with me or with her?

Accompanied by the pleasant voice and panting, of course it’s better with you...