Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1097: Justin Xavier

A week has passed, and today, she should be back.

Justin Xavier got up, walked to the wardrobe, chose a black shirt, and put it on. Looking at himself in the mirror, he still appeared handsome as ever, his shoulders broad, his eyes deep and gentle, calm and charming.

He combed his short hair, and once he was sure that his image in the mirror was flawless, he grabbed the car keys and went out.

Half an hour later, his luxury car stopped outside the airport. He stretched his long legs and ascended the stairs, starting by walking, but gradually accelerating his pace until he was running.

He ran into the airport hall.

At this moment, the airport’s announcement played: "Dear passengers, hello. The flight from XX to XX has arrived smoothly. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Look, our daughter is back!"

"Honey, over here!"...

Many people were there to welcome their loved ones, friends, and family coming out from the big door of the airport.

They were embracing, laughing, and reuniting.

Justin Xavier walked from one end of the panoramic window to the front. He leaned against the glass, watching as everyone came out, but she was not among them.

He walked up to the staff and asked, "Has everyone come out?"

"Yes, sir."

With a crash, the staff closed the big door.

Standing tall and looking lost, Justin Xavier’s deep black eyes slowly filled with sadness; she didn’t come back.

A month later.

Leah Thorne still hadn’t returned.

Justin Xavier locked himself in his room all day. He stared at the steel watch on his solid wrist, hearing its "tick-tock" as it moved, round after round, until it was almost midnight.

He missed her.

He missed Vivi.

He missed both mother and daughter.

He could no longer control the urge to find her.

However, he couldn’t go.

Every minute and second of this month had been torment. Countless times he had felt the impulse to fly to her, even if just to secretly glance at her, to see if Vivi had grown. But he didn’t dare.

He truly didn’t dare.

Throughout his life, Justin Xavier didn’t know the meaning of "fear," but at this very moment, he was afraid.

Afraid that she would stay away from him forever.

More afraid that this was their end.

He took out his phone, his slender fingers dialing the familiar number, and he called it.

An elegant melody played from the other end, a song called "The Rest of My Life."

The singer, Ma Liang, sang with his unique and delicate voice.

In places without wind, find the sun; in places where you’re cold, be a warm sun,

The world is busy, you’re always too naive,

Wanting to take you to see the clear sky, to tell you loudly that I’m captivated by you, the past rushed by,

For the rest of my life, you’re the winter snow, the spring blossom, the summer rain, the autumn hue, every change of season is you,

All the tenderness in my heart wherever my gaze falls,

Is all because of you...

The enchanting music echoed repeatedly, but nobody answered.

He called again, dialing over and over, but still, no one picked up.

All that resonated in his ears was that phrase—wherever my gaze falls, all the tenderness in my heart is because of you.

Justin Xavier retrieved a cherished photo from his wallet, tightly grasping the picture of her as a young girl until it crumpled.

One day, even glimpsing her, hearing her voice, became a luxury.

An endless darkness and helplessness swallowed him; he could do nothing but feel a sense of impotency.

The winter snow, the summer rain, his spring flowers, and autumn fruits—all were her.

At this moment, the old grandfather clock in the living room downstairs tolled deeply, dong, dong, dong... twelve times; it was midnight, a new day had begun.

How was she?

He didn’t know...

He actually didn’t know...

Ha.

Justin Xavier lay on the soft big bed, the room shrouded in darkness—it was as if his world had turned black.

The days passed by quietly and excruciatingly.

...

The next day, at the airport hall.

The staff noticed a familiar silhouette. "Sir, hello, are you here waiting for someone again?"

Justin Xavier nodded, "Yes."

He stepped to the glass window, gently raising his hand, his five fingers softly brushing against the glass, forming a ripple.

He walked from one end to the other, his deep eyes fixated on the people coming out inside; another flight had arrived, and everyone came out.

The staff observed Justin Xavier. This gentleman was truly peculiar; for a month, he came every day.

He waited for someone from this flight every day. Initially, there was a glimmer of hope in his handsome face, but day by day, he became silent.

Today, he seemed not to have changed clothes; his shirt and trousers were the same as yesterday’s. After one night, the fabric of his handmade clothes was already creased, and a circle of stubble appeared on his firm chin, dim and somber.

Now he leaned against the glass window, his deep eyes locked firmly on everyone inside, as if a light shone in his gaze, so devout yet so hopeless and sorrowful.

Who was he waiting for?

Could it be a woman?

He must... love her deeply...

Soon, everyone inside had come out, greeted by their loved ones. The staff didn’t immediately lock the door; he wanted to give this gentleman a little more time, "Sir, it seems that the person you’re waiting for hasn’t come today either."

Justin Xavier gazed at the empty road, tugging at the corner of his thin, cold lips, his voice hoarse, "It’s okay, as long as she doesn’t come, I’ll wait one more day. If she never comes, I’ll wait forever."

With that, Justin Xavier turned to leave.

The staff felt emotional, sighed, and prepared to close the big door when suddenly, a light footstep sound reached their ears, and a small hand reached in, "Sorry, I’m a bit late."

The staff was startled, and a few seconds later, quickly glanced up at the gentleman who had walked far away, almost reaching the airport’s exit.

"Miss, are you the one? That gentleman has been waiting for someone, he’s over there!" The staff excitedly pointed a finger.

Leah Thorne looked up, and in the vast sea of people, she saw a tall and handsome figure.

She took a couple of steps forward and then loudly called out, "Justin Xavier!"

Justin Xavier, who was about to exit the airport doors, suddenly froze.

Justin Xavier!

Someone was calling him.

Was he hearing things now?

Both large hands hanging at his sides suddenly clenched into fists, and his calm, desolate heart surged with violent waves. He slowly turned around.

Ahead, Leah Thorne stood there.

Had she come back?

She had come back!

Today, Leah wore a burgundy spaghetti-strap dress, elegantly outlining her graceful and delicate figure. Her chestnut curly hair fell gracefully, revealing her soft, enchanting small face that could fit into a palm. The scar on her right cheek was gone. At this moment, the sunlight poured in, and she stood in the dazzling light, holding little Vivi, her brows curving into a bright smile that she directed at him.

In an instant, Justin Xavier’s memory flew back to many years ago, to the first meeting outside the Thorne family gates, where she had just like that, entered his view so brightly and gloriously.