Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1113: Thrown Onto the King-Sized Bed

Sometimes Christina Shaw felt she was born to be conquered by Cain Shaw.

Christina swayed her slender waist forward, placing the coffee beside Cain, then said in a sweet voice, "Cain, it’s already late. Stop working, let’s go to bed early."

Cain took a drag from his cigarette and didn’t look up at Christina, "You go to sleep first."

"Cain, won’t you sleep with me?" Christina immediately hugged Cain’s strong arm, as if she wanted to stick her whole body to him, "We’ve been apart for days, don’t you miss me?"

Only then did Cain put down the files in his hand, reaching out with his large palm to casually ruffle Christina’s hair. His deep, magnetic voice carried a hint of coaxing but on closer listen, seemed to promise nothing, perfunctory and indifferent, "Be good, go to sleep, I have work tonight."

"Cain, what’s more important than our time together? Don’t tell me you’ve let other women into your bed while we were apart?" Christina looked at Cain half-complaining, half-coquettishly.

Cain didn’t refuse her clinginess, he brought the cigarette to his lips for a drag, then looked down at Christina, slowly exhaling smoke onto her beautiful face, his expression wicked, "What, haven’t I been handling you for a few days and you missed it?"

As he spoke, he laughed, a few low laughs resonating from his strong chest. His crass words, unruly gaze, fully embodied the innate wickedness and mischievousness of a man.

Christina’s entire body went weak, utterly seduced by this man. She lifted her head to kiss Cain on the lips.

Cain turned his head to avoid it, pressing his large hand with the cigarette against her forehead, easily pushing her away, "Can’t you understand? Go sleep by yourself."

Christina was genuinely aggrieved, "Cain, if you don’t keep me company tonight, I’ll tell my Daddy, then he won’t introduce that leader to you!"

Speaking of that leader, Cain nonchalantly took a drag from his cigarette, his dark eyes becoming deep and inscrutable under layers of smoke, obscuring them from view, "It was originally agreed that a few days ago the old man would introduce the leader to me, but why hasn’t he come, standing me up?"

Christina hugged Cain’s strong arm again, "My Daddy and that leader wouldn’t stand you up, but right now international police are intensely investigating the leader. They’ve been tailing him for decades. If it weren’t for the leader’s elusive tracks, with no one ever seeing his true self, he would’ve been caught already. In the three years we’ve been married, Daddy has introduced the four founders to you. You’ve now taken over all the ports in Starfall City, with no competition. Daddy and the four founders already recognize you, but the leader thinks you need further assessment. If I weren’t fond of you, coaxing my Daddy for so long, he wouldn’t have incessantly persuaded the leader to meet you. Just be patient, Daddy said the leader would truly come in the next few days, then your good fortune will arrive."

Three years ago, when Cain married Christina, he met the four founders. They were influential figures in high society, famous philanthropists, hospital directors, bank presidents, political figures; allies of the Shaw elder. They trafficked drugs and laundered money, spreading across The Saros Archipelago, holding massive influence. International police had been monitoring them for decades without results.

Nobody knew of the existence of a leader, the real root of all evil.

This leader was immensely wealthy, with vast connections, able to traverse both the underworld and legitimate fronts — a formidable character.

Cain clamped the cigarette between his thin lips and took a puff, his rugged large hand pulling Christina into his embrace, squeezing her face, "If this deal goes through, you’ll be my lucky star. I’ll make sure to treat you well, okay?"

"Hate you." Christina gave Ian Crawford a coy glance, thoroughly enjoying his unruly roguishness, "Cain, did you marry me because I’m the Shaw family’s daughter, not because you like me as a person?"

Cain squinted his deep dark eyes, taking a puff of his cigarette, "Why are you still asking this question? Aren’t the other women out there attractive too? If you weren’t the Shaw family’s daughter, you’d probably have to take a number and wait outside, just to see if I’m in the mood to see you."

"..." This man is really... wicked.

Yet Christina felt she’d been utterly charmed by this man.

In these three years of marriage, Cain had treated her well. Initially, there were other women around him, all those seductive foxes from the entertainment venues. She had them disappear, and later Cain settled down, not touching any other woman. Whatever she wanted, he bought. Yet, subtly, he seemed to keep a certain distance from her. In short, no one could get a clear read on Cain, nor his true intentions.

Of course, no one knew if this man had a heart. In these years of skirting knife’s edges, playing power games and women, he hadn’t revealed any attachment to a woman.

Christina wasn’t bothered if he married her for her status. In her view, a man should be restless and ambitious. Tapping into the leader’s network, Cain’s future would be set.

Christina hugged Cain, whispering alluringly in his ear, "Cain, then spend the night with me, or else... you can forget about meeting the leader."

Christina flirted and threatened.

Cain didn’t change expression much, furrowing his brows while drawing the last few puffs of his cigarette, smoking with a lack of concern, the study’s light casting subtle darkness and cool indifference on his handsome face.

He pinched Christina’s waist, "Go shower, I’ll come to the room later."

He agreed!

"Cain, I’ve already showered~"

"Go wash again, you’ll feel good later."

Christina felt weak and quickly nodded, "Okay, I’ll go shower in the room, Cain, I’ll be waiting for you."

...

In the room.

Christina came out after showering, and she quickly saw Cain’s tall, handsome silhouette by the floor-to-ceiling windows. He had returned to the room, standing there tall with one hand in his pocket, the other playing with a lighter. He seemed particularly indulgent in smoking today.

Christina walked over, reaching out to snatch the lighter from his hand.

Cain turned around, looking at her.

"Cain, do you want this? Come chase me for it." Christina gestured with her finger, turning to run.

But after just two steps, Cain’s large hand reached over, grabbing her wrist and forcefully throwing her onto the soft big bed.

Then, her vision darkened as Cain covered her.