Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1099: Getting More and More Fond of Playing with Fire

Chapter 1099: Chapter 1099: Getting More and More Fond of Playing with Fire

Leah was a bit worried about whether Vivi, growing up in such a family environment, would mature too early in the future~

At this moment, Justin Xavier noticed the gown the maid was about to take upstairs. Leah had been retired from the entertainment industry for a long time, and for this year’s triple crown best actress award ceremony, Madame Goldie had specially tailored a backless champagne gold gown to make Leah stand out among the crowd.

Upon seeing the backless design, Justin frowned slightly and, pressing his lips together in displeasure, said, "Are you going to wear that to the award ceremony tomorrow?"

Dress like that... what’s that supposed to mean?

Leah glanced at the gown and immediately understood Justin minded the backless design; this man was getting more and more petty. "Is there a problem? Female celebrities all wear stuff like this. I’ve worn it before; you never said no back then?"

"Back then I said no and did you ever care? Now you’re my Mrs. Xavier and my daughter’s mommy; I don’t want you dressed so revealing, flaunting around."

"But... but what will I wear tomorrow if you don’t let me? Justin Xavier, you can’t be so domineering. Women are naturally fond of pretty clothes and pretty bags and pretty high heels. I was born so beautiful; if you keep me bundled up and hidden at home, wouldn’t that be a waste?" Leah retorted confidently.

Justin looked at her; today Leah was wearing a loose white knit sweater. Over the past half a year, she had been taking good care of her health, her delicate skin glowing like lamb fat jade. The sweater revealed her graceful figure, and its wide neckline slanted to one side, showing half of her delicate shoulder, with no pants beneath, showing off her beautiful legs, enough to dazzle even without a gown.

Leah was genuinely blooming like a rose now, every smile and frown exuding vibrant charm.

Of course, Justin was not reassured to let her go out; her stunning beauty would surely attract countless men’s attention and covetousness. His possessiveness was innately strong.

"This is non-negotiable; I’ll have the maid put away the gown," Justin said decisively.

Leah, "..."

...

After dinner, Justin went to the study to work, and the maid awkwardly asked Leah, "Madame, what should I do with the gown?"

Leah, "Whatever he says, just do it, listen to him."

The maid thought her mistress really had a good temperament; these days, Leah’s personality had softened more and more, accompanying Vivi as she grew up, waiting for Justin to come home in the evenings. If not for the halo of being a big star, Leah really was like a proper little housewife.

Whatever Justin said, she obediently obeyed.

"Yes, Madame." The maid left.

Leah played with Vivi for a while and then handed her over to the nanny, "Vivi, go to bed early tonight, okay? Mommy has very important things to discuss with Daddy, so I won’t be with you tonight."

Vivi nodded, "Okay, Mommy~"

After kissing Vivi forcefully, Leah returned to the bedroom. Leisurely, she enjoyed a comfortable milk and rose petal bath. Her cheeks were steamed into a soft pink before she dried off, got dressed, and then headed to the study.

In the study, Justin was reviewing documents when there was a gentle knock on the door.

Justin looked up, and the door creaked open as a small head peeked in, dripping with sweetness as she called him, "Hubby~"

It was Leah.

Justin knew she would come, "Come in."

Leah walked in, smiling diligently, "Hubby, are you tired from working? Shall I massage your back and shoulders?"

Justin’s gaze fell back onto the documents, a hint of a smile on his lips, "I’m not tired."

Not tired...

I see...

Leah pounced over, sitting directly on his solid thighs, and reached out both little hands to wrap around his neck, "Hubby, then I’m tired, hug me~"

Justin caught a whiff of her bath-time fragrance, her body soft and tender like jade in his arms, causing his throat to roll immediately, "Don’t cause trouble here; don’t think I don’t know your scheme, that gown isn’t allowed."

Justin firmly refused.

Leah looked up and kissed his hard jawline, "Still not allowed?"

"No!"

Leah’s kisses moved down, landing on his prominent Adam’s apple, "How about now?"

Justin felt the documents in his hand had turned into a bizarre riddle, every word escaping him; this little woman in his arms was cunning. She knew he was domineering and strong, so she never defied him openly, but privately she had many tricks to make him yield.

Even after knowing each other for so many years and being married for so long, his feelings for her remained as intense as during their passionate romance.

She was clever and knew how to capture a man’s heart.

Justin forced himself to stay calm, not to be swayed by her charms, "No!"

He refused again.

Leah blinked her eyelashes and suddenly got up from his arms, "Alright then, I’ll go back to the room."

The warmth in his arms quickly left, as Justin’s handsome brow twitched. She truly embodied the reality of women, retreating her charm the moment he no longer had what she wanted.

But Justin wouldn’t concede, "Yes, sleep early."

Leah wasn’t in a rush. She suddenly let out a pained "Ah," furrowing her brows.

Justin’s heart tightened, immediately throwing the documents aside and asking with concern, "What’s wrong, wife?"

"Hubby, my leg seems to be numb, can you rub it for me?"

"Alright." Justin reached out to rub her little leg.

But the next moment, Justin realized something was off. She had showered and was wearing pink pajamas, but there seemed to be clothes inside the pants.

Justin paused for a moment, then lifted her pant leg, he saw... black stockings...

She was actually wearing... black stockings...

Black, sexy kind of things, strongly stimulating Justin’s eyes.

At that moment, Leah withdrew her little leg, "Hubby, my leg is no longer numb, so I’m going to sleep now."

Leah turned around and started walking.

But after two steps, Justin’s muscular arm reached over from behind, swiftly wrapping her soft waist and easily lifting her, placing her down on his desk.

"Wife, you’re really... getting more and more into playing with fire."

Leah knew he was hooked; a man as naughty and sensual as him was naturally powerless against black stockings.

Leah looked at him innocently, pouting her red lips, "Hubby, I don’t know what you’re talking about, don’t let me interrupt, read the documents."

Justin reached out and swept all the documents off the desk to the ground, his husky voice cursed softly by her ear, "You little vixen playing with fire!"