Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1118: Soaking in the Hot Spring Together

Chapter 1118: Chapter 1118: Soaking in the Hot Spring Together

She actually dodged.

Yuric stiffened.

What’s going on?

The crew members watching were all looking around, not knowing what had happened. Weren’t these two about to get engaged? Why did she avoid a simple kiss?

The previously harmonious atmosphere quickly shifted to tension.

Dianna pushed Yuric away, "I’m sorry, Yuric. I’m not in the right state of mind. I want to take a break. Let’s continue tomorrow."

Dianna turned around and walked away.

...

Dianna returned to the resort hotel. As she was heading to her room, she was grabbed by Yuric, who had rushed after her, "Dianna, are you still unable to accept me?"

Dianna wanted to accept Yuric. Just a second ago, she thought about compromising and spending her life with him. But when Yuric’s kiss was about to land, Cain’s face suddenly flashed in her mind, his indistinct yet handsome face from that night, kissing her until she couldn’t breathe...

Dianna looked at Yuric, "Yuric, I’m sorry. I told you when I agreed to the engagement that I can’t give you my heart."

Yuric almost blurted out, "Then who does your heart belong to? Still to Cain?"

But Yuric held back. He knew he couldn’t ask, because he had used emotional manipulation to force her into agreeing to the engagement, a form of moral coercion. Besides, she’d made it clear she didn’t like him; she liked someone else.

Yuric’s eyes reddened, using all his strength to suppress the anger surging within him, "Alright, Dianna, I won’t force you. I can wait for you. Let’s rest today and continue the photo shoot tomorrow. You go change clothes, and let’s go to the hot springs together."

Perhaps other girls liked traveling and hot springs, but Dianna didn’t. She preferred quiet research and study, so she refused, "Yuric, you go to the hot springs yourself. I don’t want to go."

"Dianna, I can wait for you, but you have to try opening your heart and letting me in. We’re getting engaged soon, and likely married soon after. You’ll be my Mrs. Thatcher, and we’ll live together for life. If you let me go to the hot springs alone, people might gossip that our relationship is breaking down, and those rumors wouldn’t be good for our families. So try accompanying me to the hot springs, okay?" Yuric looked at Dianna sincerely.

Dianna found she couldn’t refuse and nodded after a few seconds, "Alright."

After speaking, she entered her room.

Yuric lingered outside for a while and then turned away. Just then, Christina Shaw approached from the front.

The two exchanged glances, and Yuric walked into a dim staircase entryway, where Christina Shaw followed him, even closing the door behind her.

Here, it was just the two of them. Yuric got straight to the point, "Aunt, you’re aware of my relationship with Dianna. Why did you purposely tell me about Dianna and Cain’s past?"

Christina liked intelligent people because they’d be collaborating in the future, "Yuric, of course I want to join forces with you. I want Cain, and you want Dianna. To prevent their rekindling, we should collaborate for mutual gain."

Yuric considered for a moment and agreed, "Aunt, what do you want me to do?"

Christina quickly took out a packet of powder, "Take this."

"What’s this?"

"Yuric, this can help you win the beauty tonight."

Previously, Christina had used this substance against Cain but failed. Now, she wanted to use it against Dianna.

Christina was a woman with few tactics, rather brutish ones.

But such brute-force methods were compelling. In the past, the proud Crown Prince Yuric wouldn’t stoop to such methods, but things were different now. Thinking of Dianna’s rejection on the beach, he felt it was necessary; his eyes even lit up.

Yuric still didn’t understand why he had lost to Cain, an older married man. What did Dianna see in him?

Did she fancy his age, bad temperament, or his status as a mafia boss?

If Dianna became his woman, she’d forget Cain and be steadfastly loyal to him.

Moreover, that way he could ruthlessly retaliate against Cain.

Before today, he hadn’t noticed how Cain’s gaze kept lingering on Dianna, lecherously.

Pah, that pervert!

Yuric took the packet, "Thanks, Aunt."

He turned to leave.

Christina curled her red lips in satisfaction, the show had begun; tonight, she awaited the spectacle!

...

Cain returned to his room and started smoking, one cigarette after another, quickly filling the ashtray with stubs.

He depended on the taste of tobacco and nicotine to numb himself; otherwise, he’d lose control.

But thinking of Yuric kissing Dianna’s face, his mood worsened, and he kicked a chair over.

With a crack, the chair couldn’t handle the force and shattered.

At that moment, his phone rang; it was Christina calling.

Cain plopped down on the sofa, clutching his phone in one hand and pulling at his shirt’s buttons with the other, answering the call, "Hello."

"Cain, come out. Let’s go to the hot springs together."

Hot springs?

Cain furrowed his brow, his voice dark and bitter, "You said Big Brother wanted to meet me here. He won’t stand me up this time, right?"

"Of course not. My dad’s already on the way. He’ll fly here with Big Brother to meet you. This is a vacation villa; who would think we’d meet here? Cain, don’t worry, this meeting is real."

Cain wasn’t here for a romantic vacation with Christina. He had a crucial task.

For years, he’d operated deeply undercover, probing Starfall City’s entire criminal network. Soon, he’d uproot it entirely.

Cain, "Then I look forward to their arrival."

"Cain, before they arrive, join us for some fun. Come to the hot springs quickly; Yuric and Miss Hollis are there too."

Dianna and Yuric went to the hot springs too?

Cain pressed his lips, logically knowing he should refuse, not endure further torture, but he found himself agreeing, "Alright."

...

Cain and Christina arrived at the hot spring pool and went to the changing rooms.

In the men’s changing room, Cain lazily removed his trousers. He wore a white shirt and dark black bullet shorts, his long legs powerful, his thigh muscles solid, exuding formidable strength.

Inside the changing room was a familiar face—Yuric.

Cain leaned against the wall slowly and casually lit a cigarette.

Through the smoke, his deep eyes met Yuric’s, asking, "Do you really like Dianna?"