Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1146: She’s Been Waiting for You All These Years

Chapter 1146: Chapter 1146: She’s Been Waiting for You All These Years

She was truly asking for it; I really wanted to grab her and give her a good talking to.

Of course, this was only a thought. Mort Thorne didn’t look back but stretched his long legs and left.

... 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Mort returned to his room and lay down on the cold, hard wooden bed. He wanted to close his eyes and sleep, but his high fever and drug addiction were burning him, making it impossible to sleep. He closed his eyes, and his mind was filled with Dianna Hollis standing under the dazzling lights holding an eagle mask.

The back of his head was still in pain; she had thrown something to hit him.

That little brat!

Mort leaned his handsome back lazily against the headboard, closed his handsome eyelids, and then untied his sturdy waist belt himself...

Outside, Charles Bishop came over, intending to push open the door, but soon he heard an unusual sound from inside.

Charles paused.

At this moment, Kate Lee came over, "Charles, why aren’t you going in? I just got some anesthetic. How’s Mort doing? Let’s hurry and check?"

But Charles stopped her, "Kiki, wait a moment."

Kate stood outside, puzzled, with a tone of urgency, "Charles, what are we waiting for? Let’s quickly go in and check on Mort. He’s been struggling so much with withdrawal recently, and now he’s got a high fever. Although we physically cooled him down earlier, I’m still really worried."

At this moment, Charles was definitely not going to let Kate go in. He comforted her, "Kiki, no need to worry, Mort will definitely pull through this time."

Kate wanted to speak, but then she heard a muffled groan.

This muffled groan came from inside the room.

Kate froze; the man inside was tough as nails. When the pain was unbearable, he would bite on something without making a sound. She had never heard him groan.

This particular muffled groan...

She had heard it before.

Last night, Dianna was in his room, at the final moment, he also...

Kate’s face quickly turned red.

After waiting for a while, Charles knocked on the door, "Mort."

A few seconds later, a hoarse and rasping voice came from inside, "Come in."

Charles pushed open the door and went inside.

The room was very dark, filled with a decadent smell. Charles went in to turn on the lights and opened the window to let in some fresh air.

"Mort, are you alright now?" Charles looked at the man on the bed.

Kate also walked in, raising her eyes to look at Mort Thorne on the bed.

Mort’s tall and muscular body leaned with a bit of lazy decadence against the headboard. His damp bangs covered his handsome eyelids, one long leg bent, his handsome eyes drooping slightly, hands clutched around a lit cigarette.

Between his slender fingers was a scarlet flame, and he began to puff clouds of smoke.

Kate blushed and glanced downward, Mort’s upper body was naked, with scars crisscrossing over it; although they were shocking to look at, they also conveyed an indescribable wildness and sexiness.

Below, a pair of black pants were held together with a black belt, which was now undone, with the zipper also open, revealing the black bullet pouch inside...

A pile of white paper on the floor, freshly wiped clean.

Kate crouched down and gathered up all the white papers.

Charles tested Mort’s forehead temperature, "Mort, your fever has subsided."

Mort took a drag from the cigarette and then slowly exhaled. Having just released, his handsome brow and eyes were touched with a hint of indulgent wickedness, but he said nothing.

Kate went into the bathroom, Charles lowered his voice, "Mort, living like this isn’t right, you’re already 35, how can you manage without a woman by your side? Find a good woman and settle down."

"Get married and have a child soon, so your parents can rest in peace knowing from above. They always liked Kiki before..."

Charles took this opportunity to strongly recommend Kate.

But before he could finish speaking, Mort suddenly interrupted him, "That’s because my parents haven’t met Dianna."

Charles was left speechless, "..."

The damp bangs covered Mort’s ink-colored eyes, obscuring his expression. Charles didn’t know what he was thinking of, so he just said, "Mort, if you truly like Dianna, I’ll go find her right now, ask her to help you through this tough time..."

Charles’ words came to a halt because Mort gave him a faint sweeping glance.

The man raised his eyes, those ink-colored eyes tinged with a fierce bloodlust, his handsome, prominent features held steady. A gentle eye expression conveyed a sense of oppressive threat and displeasure, "Don’t have any designs on her."

He spat out several cold words from his thin lips.

"Mort, since you know you and that young girl won’t work out, just make an honest living instead. Kiki has been waiting for you all these years."

Kate was just about to come out of the bathroom, but when she heard this sentence, she stopped.

"Mort, Kiki grew up with you, and shares your beliefs. We’ve all invested our passion into the revolution, Kiki has always been waiting for you. She rejected everyone pursuing her over the years, and is practically becoming an old maid."

"You and Kiki are a perfect match, get married, while you’re still young. Have Kiki give you two children. While you’re here, you’ll have a family, and when you’re not, Kiki will keep that family together with your children."

"Dianna’s a young girl, dazzling and radiant, she has so many uncertainties about her. Continuing to entangle with her will only hurt both of you!"

The room was very quiet, so quiet that even the sound of dripping water from the faucet could be heard clearly. Both Charles and Kate were waiting for his answer.

The man remained indifferent, smoking without any emotional disclosure, not uttering a single word.

Charles knew these things couldn’t be rushed; there’s no point in forcing anyone to marry or have children, both parties have to be willing.

"Mort, tonight get a good night’s rest; withdrawal symptoms recur daily. Today was a good start, let’s see how tomorrow goes. I’ll leave you now."

Having said that, Charles walked out.

...

Charles left, Mort sat on the bed, slowly finishing off the last puff of his cigarette, extinguished it, and got up to shower.

There were separate VIP and public areas here; Dianna’s place was the VIP area, equipped with everything, while Mort’s was in the public area with the bathroom being small, consisting only of a sink and a toilet; there wasn’t even a spot for bathing.

He fetched a basin of cold water, stood in a small space at the back of the room, removed his clothes, and poured the cold water over his head.

He was taking a cold shower.

He didn’t feel cold; the icy water flowed down his robust and solid muscles, across his waistline, with eight-pack abs, then followed the perfect V-line down to less appropriate strong areas.

He applied soap to his body, then casually scrubbed with a damp towel. The shower ended within minutes.

He put on a pair of black bullet shorts and went back into the room.

There was still another person in the room, Kate; Kate hadn’t left.