Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1111: His Son!

Yuric Thatcher’s fingers curled, gripping Dianna Hollis’s shoulder tightly, "What... do you mean?"

"Yuric, I also want to tell myself that I wasn’t willing that night, but we both know my character. No man I don’t like can touch me. I have a hundred, a thousand ways to destroy him and go down with him!"

Yuric felt as if he’d been struck by a club. Yes, he understood Dianna Hollis’s character. Given a girl like her, cold yet resilient, no man could touch her unless she was willing to be conquered.

"Dianna, do you... do you like that man?"

Like him?

Dianna Hollis didn’t want to say she liked him, but she couldn’t lie to herself anymore. She nodded, slowly and softly saying, "Yeah, I like him."

"Then why aren’t you together?"

Dianna’s clear and cold eyes immediately clouded over, "Because he doesn’t want me."

Yuric took a deep breath; the blows he received tonight were too severe, he simply couldn’t accept it.

Now, this society is already quite open-minded, and he isn’t someone trapped by feudal and conservative thoughts. Since he likes Dianna Hollis, he can accept all her past.

However, he can disregard Dianna Hollis’s physical history but not her feelings.

Turns out, someone already occupied her heart!

She likes another man!

"Who is that man? Dianna, tell me who that man is? I want to see what makes the man you love abandon you, and why I’m inferior to him!" Yuric shook Dianna Hollis’s shoulder with eyes red from anger.

Dianna Hollis felt dizzy from the shaking and frowned, "Yuric, we’ve already made things clear. Don’t like me. You’ll meet a better girl in the future."

After speaking, Dianna wanted to break free from him.

Yuric sensed her coldness; she was like this towards every man, cutting ties swiftly and resolutely. But the colder she was, the more pain he felt in his heart, scratching painfully. Who exactly was that man, and why did he deserve her?

Yuric pulled Dianna Hollis into his embrace, "Dianna, since that man doesn’t want you anymore, forget him. I’ll pretend nothing happened; I’ll pretend not to know anything. Let’s get married, Dianna, I really like you!"

Yuric cupped Dianna Hollis’s small face and bent down to kiss her.

"Yuric, what are you doing? You’re drunk, let me go!" Dianna’s expression quickly turned icy.

Across the street, Cain Shaw had been observing their movements. Now seeing Yuric’s attempt to forcefully kiss Dianna Hollis, Cain Shaw furrowed his brows, extinguishing his cigarette and striding over.

Cain Shaw reached out, pulling Yuric away and using his tall, handsome frame to shield Dianna behind him, "Yuric, bullying a woman, what kind of skill is that?"

With a sharp force, Yuric stumbled back a few steps, looking at Cain Shaw and Dianna Hollis before turning and running away.

Dianna Hollis watched Yuric’s figure, "Yuric doesn’t seem to be in a good state. Will he be alright running off like that?"

Cain Shaw signaled to one of his men, who nodded and quickly followed Yuric.

Cain Shaw turned slightly, his deep dark eyes landing on Dianna’s small face. Her hair was a bit disheveled now, tangled with her fair cheeks, and the black cardigan slipped from one fragrant shoulder, exposing the thin white strap and smooth shoulder, revealing a hint of forbidden allure in her purity.

Cain Shaw felt... her shoulder seemed so smooth, always slipping the strap off. His fingers in his pocket unconsciously rubbed a bit, his throat moved, "Seems like, I was interrupting you just now."

What?

Dianna Hollis pondered for a moment, then understood his meaning. She raised her small face to look at him, her red lips curving into a mocking smile, "You think you just interrupted us, didn’t you cause this? Listening to people call me names for being played used by a man, I wonder how Mr. Shaw feels?"

Cain Shaw immediately pursed his thin lips, he felt guilty. If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t be criticized by others.

But...

Cain Shaw recalled that night, the night she transformed from a girl to a woman beneath him. His body felt warm and his heart softened.

Cain Shaw lowered his voice, "I have taken care of it. None of them present will speak, so there won’t be any leaks."

This could most effectively protect her reputation, at least it won’t be widely known.

Dianna Hollis let out a cold laugh, "Thank you so much, Mr. Shaw. By the way, are you afraid?"

"Afraid of what?"

"Now everyone is curious about who the man that slept with me is. Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell them that the man is you?"

Cain Shaw’s deep dark eyes suddenly flashed a dangerous and deep red flame. He stared at Dianna Hollis, "Do as you wish. You can tell Yuric right now, tell those rich Crown Princes who fancy you, tell the whole world, I’m your man!"

Dianna Hollis felt the conversation deviating, especially his attitude now becoming ambiguous and elusive. She tiptoed to bring her cold, small face close to Cain Shaw’s ear, with malicious mockery and bold provocation, she softly asked him, "Mr. Shaw, I’m curious, do you enjoy sleeping with me more or with your Mrs. Shaw?"

Cain Shaw’s expression suddenly changed, looking at the girl so close, knowing she hated him deeply. Otherwise, she wouldn’t ask such a question.

Just then, Dianna quickly withdrew, creating distance between them, watching his embarrassed and unsightly face. She smiled triumphantly, "Mr. Shaw, I have something to do, I’m leaving."

She turned and walked away.

But Cain Shaw grabbed her slender and fair wrist, and with a gentle push, he pressed her against the wall.

Dianna hated him in her heart; her previous question was merely a provocation. She didn’t want any intimate contact with him; this man was utterly vile.

"Mr. Shaw, what do you mean?"

Cain Shaw looked at her, his lips moving slightly, uttering one word, "You."

The question she asked earlier, he was answering it now—it was her!

Dianna’s eyelashes quivered, frozen.

Cain Shaw slowly raised his hand to touch her face.

The atmosphere of tension between them quickly dissipated, and the feeling repressed within suddenly surged like vines growing wildly.

Dianna didn’t move, watching Cain Shaw’s hand slowly approaching her.

At that moment, a black luxury car slowly came to a stop, the back door opened, and a large and small figure emerged.

"Daddy~"

The tender child’s voice rang out, especially like a splash of cold water pouring down Dianna’s head, chilling her to the core.

Dianna quickly looked up, seeing Christina Shaw bringing her son.