Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1151: She Is Lying on His Bed

"Cain!" Dianna swiftly ran forward, crouching beside Mort. Mort’s black shirt and pants were torn in several places, revealing scratches and bites on his solid muscles.

Dianna reached out, wanting to soothe his wounds, but she stopped, afraid to touch him and cause him more pain.

"Cain, you’re hurt." Dianna’s voice began to tremble.

Mort furrowed his handsome brows; his Adam’s apple moved up and down with intensity, his clothes soaked through, and his strength heavily depleted.

He reached out a large hand and pressed his abdomen, causing a lot of fresh blood to flow from his fingertips.

Since she was crouching, she couldn’t see his abdominal wound.

But the most severe injury was on his abdomen.

"It’s nothing..." he rasped two hoarse words from his dry lips.

"Cain, let me take a look at your abdominal wound?" Dianna reached out her small hand and flipped Mort’s shirt open.

There were bloodstains there, with a wolf’s fang embedded in his abdomen.

The fang was deeply embedded in his flesh, making one feel a chill looking at it.

He had forcibly broken it off from the wolf’s mouth.

Dianna’s fingertips curled with heartache, her pale eyes slowly turning red, and she trembled saying, "Cain, I must pull out this fang now, but there’s no anesthetic here, you’ll have to endure some pain."

Mort’s entire handsome face began to pale, his blood-red eyes scattering with immense pain.

"Go ahead," he hoarsely said.

Dianna took a deep breath, then grasped the fang and began to pull...

Large droplets of cold sweat trickled down Mort’s forehead, his tall body swayed slightly.

This was becoming very dangerous.

Suddenly, Dianna said, "Have you kissed Kate Lee?"

What?

Mort froze.

Dianna reached out her small hand to cup his blood-sweat covered handsome face and firmly kissed his dry lips.

The man’s breath was heavy, heavily breathing upon her skin; his lips were peeling, making the kiss painful and unpleasant, yet Dianna’s heart repeatedly rippled.

Why did he come? 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

She had already planned to give up on him, but now that he’d come, risking his life for her like this, she couldn’t bear to part.

Dianna opened her mouth and forcefully bit down on the corner of his lip.

Mort groaned with pain, dropping the knife in his hand; his rough large hand came to Dianna’s nape and firmly pressed, seizing the initiative in a deep kiss.

He had been wanting to kiss her for a long time.

Dianna responded with equal fervor, passionately entwining his tongue.

Mort swore in his mind; damn, she was almost drawing out his soul.

At this moment, Dianna’s small hand stealthily reached for the fang and vigorously pulled it out.

"Plop," the fang was extracted, Dianna quickly broke the kiss and pressed against Mort’s bleeding wound.

The enormous pain caused Mort to let out a low moan, his other leg also kneeling down, and he knelt completely on the ground.

The next moment, Mort collapsed into Dianna’s embrace.

He had fallen.

At this moment, Dianna’s heart seemed to stop beating, filled with shock, fear, aching, and unease; she had never seen him fall before.

It turned out he could also fall.

Dianna held his head tightly, cradling him in her arms, "Cain, don’t... die! Cain..."

She burst into sobs.

Has he died?

Has he possibly died?

If he dies, what would she do?

"Cain, please wake up quickly... I understand, you’re using the bitter meat strategy; you think this way you can tightly clutch me in your palm."

"Let me tell you, you wish! I will never forgive you and Kate Lee!"

"Cain, wake up quickly... If you open your eyes now, I’ll forgive you..."

Dianna didn’t even know what she was babbling about; loyalty was her bottom line, the principle and bottom line of all lovers. She had decided against Cain, but now she only wanted him to wake up.

Footsteps echoed by her ears; someone was approaching, "Dianna!"

Dianna raised her head, tears blurring her vision as she saw many people, Justin Xavier and Leah Thorne had come, along with the hurried arrival of Serena Sterling.

Serena had finally arrived!

...

Mort was taken to a room, where Serena stopped the bleeding and stitched him up over a dozen times in the abdomen.

But his condition was still not optimistic; the wound was infected, the addiction untreated, still feverish — overall, covered in wounds.

Dianna stood at the door, looking at the man lying on the bed; he lay unconscious with his eyes closed, his handsome face pale, lashes like a brush casting shadows over his dark circles, his entire face both cold and hard.

Seeing him like this, her heart ached.

Desperate to share his pain but powerless to do so.

She could only watch as he suffered.

This moment, Serena removed her white mask; Dianna and Leah quickly approached, "Serena, how is my brother?"

"Leah, Dianna, don’t worry, Mort’s life is tough; he won’t die by a wolf’s hand. I’ve dealt with the wound; Mort should wake up soon. The pressing issue now is the addiction Mort has," Serena said gravely.

"Serena, do you have a way to handle the addiction?" Dianna asked.

Serena contemplated briefly, "I’ve been studying this new form of addiction along the way; I’ll need to think carefully."

Dianna and Leah realized Serena was on the brink of a breakthrough.

Though Mort’s current state was dire, Serena’s presence was like a ray of hope illuminating everyone, bringing hope.

"Serena, quickly rest in your room and think it over; we’re all counting on you!" Leah affectionately held Serena’s arm; Serena’s presence always brought peace.

"Dianna, I’ve just used needles on Mort, at least tonight suppressing his drug addiction; tonight is safe. You stay and accompany Mort, Leah and I will head out." Serena instructed, leaving Mort and Dianna alone.

Dianna nodded, "Alright."

...

Mort dreamed again, dreaming of Dianna once more.

In the dream, Dianna tightly hugged his neck, passionately kissing him and telling him to wake up, saying she’d forgive him if he did.

Mort suddenly opened his eyes; his face felt itchy, as if a finger was tracing upon it, he reached out and grabbed the small hand.

The next second, Dianna’s palm-sized small face loomed large in his view.

Now, she lay on his bed, just like in the dream that night.