Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1009: Who Was That Man?

It’s Justin Xavier’s voice.

Leah Thorne quickly turned around and saw Justin’s tall, handsome figure. He had arrived, wearing a black gabardine overcoat with a striped business vest underneath, those flawless features adorned with gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an upper-class gentleman’s elegance and a touch of indifferent aloofness.

He was now standing by the car, holding a bunch of things and quietly looking at her.

He didn’t know when he had arrived; he must have seen her stumbling and running after the car.

Leah felt a little guilty for no reason. "Why... why are you here?"

Justin stepped forward with long strides, "Where’s your phone? Why didn’t you answer my calls, or reply to my messages, Mrs. Xavier? It’s not like you’ve become blind and deaf."

"..." Leah really didn’t know how he could manage to say such... venomous things without changing expression!

"I just didn’t want to talk to you, is that reason enough?" Leah turned and walked away.

Justin furrowed his sharp eyebrows, looked towards the direction where the luxury car disappeared, and then followed her inside.

...

They returned to the hospital room, Justin put down the things in his hand and asked casually, "Do you know the man in that car just now?"

"No..."

"Then why were you chasing him? I saw you chasing after him all the way from the hospital."

His cold, black eyes fell on her small face, sharp with inquiry, clearly indicating he had seen everything and she better have a reasonable explanation for him.

Leah’s mind was a bit chaotic; this was something she wasn’t even sure about. She immediately knitted her brows and counterattacked, "Justin, are you going through menopause?"

"What?" Justin laughed in anger, curling his thin lips, "Isn’t menopause something exclusive to you women? Mrs. Xavier, are you so guilty that you’re even pinning menopause on me now?"

Leah did feel a bit guilty, but she arched her delicate brows, "Oh, so you’re not going through menopause, why are you acting so erratic and paranoid?"

Saying that, Leah walked up to him, her slender white fingers landing on his coat and climbing all the way up. Finally, she grabbed the tie around his neck and yanked his tall figure downwards. "President Xavier, could it be that you’re impotent now, so you can’t stand me having any contact with any man?"

Impotent...

When these four words escaped her red lips, Justin’s eyes instantly darkened, two dangerous flames dancing within, allowing her to grab his tie. He slid his thin lips, "Mrs. Xavier, don’t change the subject. We’re talking about that man, and today you must give me an explanation."

Leah suspiciously looked at him, wondering who exactly was changing the topic. He seemed... not to want to discuss anything about his own condition.

That night she was a bit ruthless, and she didn’t know if she had really made him impotent.

Seeing his evasive demeanor, he probably still hadn’t recovered yet.

Justin’s handsome face remained emotionless, "I just checked the license plate of that man’s car. It’s not a simple one; it belongs to the Shaw family in Starfall City. I heard a few years ago, the Shaw family suddenly adopted a son named Cain Shaw. This Cain Shaw is quite remarkable; he gradually took over all the business of the Shaw family, dealing head-on with bloodshed, iron-handed as he is, everyone in the underworld fears him, honoring him as Master Cain."

"Mrs. Xavier, was the man you chased just now Cain Shaw?"

Cain Shaw?

When Leah was outside, she heard someone call out "Master Cain."

That man must be Cain Shaw.

Cain Shaw...

Leah silently mouthed this name in her heart.

Justin observed Leah’s expression; seeing that upon hearing the name "Cain Shaw," she seemed lost, her thoughts clearly fixated on Cain Shaw, he suddenly squinted his dangerous black eyes. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The Xavier family was considered an upright business entity and had no dealings with the Shaw family in Starfall City, so he wasn’t familiar with Cain Shaw either.

Justin was now curious about how his Mrs. Xavier got involved with Cain Shaw.

A few degrees of displeasure floated in Justin’s cold black eyes, he restrained his temper a bit, "It doesn’t matter if you don’t say, I will have someone look into it. Mrs. Xavier, you better not let me find anything incriminating, otherwise... you know my methods, eh?"

Leah said nothing; she herself needed to investigate Cain Shaw’s matters.

Justin placed his large hand on her delicate waist, pulling her to sit on his firm lap, "Are you hungry? Have some soup first."

Soup again.

The word "soup" had lately made Leah feel a bit nauseated.

Justin opened the stew pot, revealing abalone and fish maw, non-greasy and smelling delicious, her usual preference.

Scooping up a small spoonful, Justin fed it to her lips himself, "Open your mouth."

Leah didn’t want to eat, but didn’t dare to refuse outright. After all, he was the impossible-to-refuse Justin Xavier. "It’s so hot, blow on it."

She pushed his large hand slightly, a bit coquettishly.

Seeing her somewhat coquettish demeanor, Justin indulged her and took a sip, "It’s not hot, stop fussing, open your mouth."

Leah blinked innocently at him, "Just now... was that the first sip you took?"

Justin, "..."

"Shouldn’t the first sip be saved for me?"

"..."

"Obviously, you don’t care about me, hmph, I’m not eating, you eat it yourself." Leah pushed him away and attempted to leave.

Justin tightened his grip around her soft waist and forced her back into his arms, dominantly feeding the spoonful of soup into her mouth, "Are you acting again? Stop it, I’m not falling for it!"

"..." Leah, caught off guard with a mouthful of soup, really thought he was... the ultimate domineering president.

Leah already had a poor appetite, coupled with pregnancy and the start of morning sickness, she hadn’t eaten well in the past couple of days. She was reluctant about the soup, but as if on cue, her stomach growled, the baby inside seemingly reminding her, Mommy, you need to eat~

Leah took a sip, and Justin fed her a second spoonful. Leah placed her small hand on her flat abdomen, gently rubbing it twice.

Her unconscious gesture immediately drew Justin’s attention. He softly asked, "What’s the matter? Is your stomach hurting again?"

His broad palm promptly covered her abdomen, gently circling it.

In Leah’s heart, ripples spread wider and wider; his tenderness and care felt like a stone cast onto the calm surface of a lake. She slowly raised her small hands, wrapping them around Justin’s neck.

She nestled her face against his neck, just like a newborn kitten, tenderly nuzzling.