Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1154: Dianna Hollis, I Like You!

"Mort Thorne, let go first, I have a question to ask you." Dianna Hollis pushed him away.

But Mort refused to release her, "I won’t let go, I’m afraid you’ll run away as soon as I do. I don’t want to say it, but you keep asking me, and when I do, you get angry and don’t want me anymore. What am I supposed to do, Dianna, what am I supposed to do, huh?"

"There’s no remedy for regret in this world. I can’t make this thing never happened, really sorry, I can only say I’m sorry, but believe me, I truly only saw her as you. I always thought it was you."

Dianna felt his confusion and apology, but she couldn’t help but laugh. This idiot, doesn’t he have a clue who he slept with?

That was not a dream at all, it was reality, alright?

That night he hurt her a lot, and then Kate Lee pretended to be her!

"Mort Thorne," Dianna turned and looked at him with her bright eyes, "What happened that night, when was it?"

Mort pressed his thin lips and said deeply, "Three nights ago."

Three nights ago, indeed!

The night she spent with him was three nights ago. Now when she thinks about it, Kate must have taken advantage of her absence to lie beside Mort and create an illusion, leading to this whole chain of events. Dianna really wanted to tear apart that shameless green tea girl, Kate!

Dianna reached out a small hand and put it around his neck, "Mort Thorne, do you like Kate Lee?"

Speaking, Dianna tilted her little head, "I know that your buddy Charles Bishop never liked me. Has he always been telling you that I’m only suitable for dating and not for marriage, and that Kate is the one suited for you?"

Mort’s large hand fell on her soft waist, holding it; her slender waist only about sixteen inches, delicate and easily grasped, his adam’s apple rolling up and down, he doesn’t like Kate.

Charles advised him to marry Kate, but he doesn’t want to.

He’s just a shallow man.

He has eyes to see, no matter how good or gentle Kate is, she’s not as good as her. She can make men go crazy.

"Don’t like."

He said he doesn’t like.

He doesn’t like Kate Lee.

Dianna curled her red lips and kissed him.

Mort seemed touched, and Dianna looked at him, leaned in again and kissed.

He didn’t close his eyes, he watched her openly; her eyes are so beautiful, pure and clean like a newborn baby’s.

He seemed bewitched, quickly turning from passive to dominant and kissed her twice.

His mind was filled with a voice — she had delivered herself.

The man’s breath was heavy, his deep dark eyes immediately filled with a surge of passion. As he was indulging, Dianna suddenly dodged, refused to let him kiss her.

Mort kissed empty air, his slender fingers immediately pinched her small face, "Teasing me, huh?"

"Mort Thorne, say you like me!"

Mort Thorne, say you like me.

Mort paused, staring tightly at her.

Dianna moved a bit, adjusted her position, boldly straddling his firm thighs, "Mort Thorne, say you like me. You promised an answer at the hospital, I know you like me, and now I want to hear you say it."

Mort felt his throat burning like a passing ember, every word she said carried endless temptation, guiding him slowly like a spell, compelling him to admit he likes her.

She said, she knew he liked her.

Her bright eyes were filled with proud arrogance, dazzling bright, and Mort felt his eyes scorched, having always traveled in darkness, she was the most beautiful sight he ever saw in light.

Charles was right; she is dangerous.

But, he’s already addicted.

"Dianna, I like you." In her gaze, he heard his own voice.

He said, he likes her.

Dianna raised an eyebrow, her eyes bending into a smile, "How much do you like?"

This...

"Could give you my life kinda like." Mort thought for a moment.

Dianna just felt he’s really a straightforward guy, no sweet talk, always opening and closing with "my life is yours," but no help, she’s head over heels for him.

Dianna looked at him, her eyes rippling with tender spring water, "Mort Thorne, I like you too, really like like. If you ask how much, I don’t know either, but I think... if one day you’re gone, I’d definitely follow you, wherever, earth or heaven, I’ll find you, won’t ever let you be lonely, alone."

Mort’s deepest heart was instantly struck, rippling waves arising within, his muscles tensed, as hard as iron, "Dianna, you don’t mind about Kate Lee anymore?"

Dianna sneered in her heart, of course, she cares. Tomorrow, she’ll tear apart that shameless green tea girl, exposing her hypocritical true colors to all.

Poor Mort hasn’t learned the truth, he humbly murmured, "Dianna, I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, but if you forgive me this once, I’ll spend a lifetime repaying, I’ll treat you well." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Dianna said nothing, but she expressed through action, holding Mort’s handsome face with her small hands, kissing his thin lips passionately, letting him feel her affection.

Two big hands clasped her soft waist, pulling her tightly into his arms, Mort began to retaliate.

But soon his tall and fit frame suddenly trembled, oh no, his addiction started.

Swiftly opening his eyes, he pushed the girl in his arms away.

Dianna was forced to leave his lips, his lips moist and bright, kissed by her, "Mort..."

She called him, confused.

Mort never wanted her to see him so messed up, "Dianna, it’s late, you should go back to your room now."

Just now everything was fine, suddenly he pushed her away. Dianna looked at him suspiciously, "Mort, is your addiction acting up again?"

When the addiction strikes, life feels worse than death, Mort’s dark eyes already turning deep red, fearing he might lose control and hurt her, he coldly said, "Dianna, did you forget the love agreement you wrote, you said you wouldn’t cling to me, hurry up, I’m going to sleep."

Mort reached to lift the girl from his lap.

He saw that love agreement?

Dianna knew his addiction was acting up, more so, she knew he didn’t want her to see him like this, but, three nights ago she already saw it, she wasn’t afraid at all.

That night he didn’t send her away, did he?

Ugh.

Dianna frowned, moaned in pain, still pouting her red lips and acted spoiled, "Mort, you hurt me."

Mort originally wanted to remove her, hearing her complain of pain halted his actions, tensely asking, "Where does it hurt?"