Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1159: Reaching Out Her Little Hands to Hold Him Tight

Chapter 1159: Chapter 1159: Reaching Out Her Little Hands to Hold Him Tight

On the other side, Mort, Leah, and Serena stood under the shade of a tree, taking in everything that happened between Dianna and Charles.

Leah couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up, expressing her admiration, "Wow, my sister-in-law is really amazing!"

Serena looked at Mort beside her. Although Mort didn’t speak, the tightly clenched fists and unwavering gaze on Dianna had already said it all—Dianna was once again awe-inspiring to him.

"Brother Mort, even though Dianna is young, she’s incredibly smart. She can accompany you in solving cases and fighting battles, and even charm your lieutenants with her sweetness or her stern, efficient manner. Three years ago I already said, the one destined for you has come to your side. She complements you, understands you, knows you, and loves you." Serena smiled.

At first, Mort was concerned, suspecting that Charles would secretly approach Dianna, so he followed along.

But Dianna didn’t need his intervention at all; she had completely taken control of Charles.

Mort admitted that he was shocked. As Serena said, she complements him—she is his soulmate.

Mort took long strides and walked over to Dianna’s side.

Charles had already left to reflect on himself, and Mort looked tenderly at Dianna, "Dianna~"

Dianna turned her head, her bright eyes landing on his handsome face, and without saying anything, she playfully huffed and walked away.

Ignoring him.

Mort quickly chased after her, "Dianna, are you mad at me?"

"I wouldn’t dare," Dianna replied with two words.

"Dianna, I know you’re upset with me for not recognizing you, mistakenly thinking you were Kate Lee. I never dared imagine that the dream that night was real. Please forgive me this time."

Dianna halted her steps, frowning at Mort with a deeply accusatory tone, "And you just believed her when Kate claimed it? Who strangled my neck that night?"

Saying this, Dianna punched him forcefully, "Who was it that cared for you, kissed your wounds that night?"

She punched him again, "Who scolded me and called me a crying ghost that night?"

Punch after punch landed as Dianna voiced all the grievances and dissatisfaction in her heart, "I did all this for you, and how did you treat me? You said I was annoying and even drove me away. I’ve grown wise now. Next time, if you dare wrong me like this, I’ll go to your superiors and ask if this is your way—just toying with a good girl’s heart?"

Mort still felt as if he were dreaming. It was her that night, truly her!

In the dream, she tenderly and lovingly kissed his wounds over and over. In the dream, he called her a crying ghost, and she angrily bit him, causing Kate to mock his physique. It was her—all her!

There was never anyone else, only her!

Mort reached out, grabbed Dianna’s small fists, and pulled her into his embrace, his kiss falling on her soft hair, "I’m sorry, Dianna. This is the last time; from now on, no matter what happens, I will recognize you at first glance. I will never mistake you again."

Dianna whimpered and struggled a bit, wanting to break free, but he held her tightly, causing her bones to ache.

"Alright then, seeing that you have a good attitude about admitting your fault, I’ll forgive you this time, but it won’t happen again." Dianna softened her body and wrapped her small hands around his strong waist.

...

The two reconciled, but Mort’s addiction soon acted up again.

Mort sat on the ground, his broad back leaning against the door, gasping heavily and feeling awful.

This time, the cravings were fiercer and more severe than ever.

At this moment, Leah came over, holding Mort’s shoulder, "Brother, hang in there."

"Brother Mort, Leah, I’ve thought of a way to treat the addiction," Serena said.

"Really?" Leah’s eyes lit up.

"Yes, but I need a specific type of fungus, which grows in a remote area and is extremely rare. I’ve already sent people looking for it, hoping they find it soon. Until then, Brother Mort, you need to persist," Serena said.

"That’s great, brother, you’re saved!" Leah said happily.

Mort’s strong chest heaved, the pronounced adam’s apple rolling up and down. Is he saved?

"Mort!" Came Dianna’s voice from outside the door—Dianna had arrived.

Mort quickly stood up, soon feeling a heat in his nose, and two streams of warm blood began to flow.

He was nose bleeding.

Two thick streams of blood flowed from Mort’s nose, striking to behold.

Mort reached out, intending to wipe away the blood; he didn’t want Dianna to see this. Seeing him like this would make her deeply saddened.

He didn’t want her to feel that way.

But the blood wouldn’t stop; wiping only produced more blood.

Just then, Serena handed over a handkerchief, "Brother Mort, use this to cover it."

Mort quickly covered his nose with the handkerchief.

"Mort~" Dianna entered, noticing Mort covering his nose with puzzlement, "Mort, what’s wrong with your nose?"

Mort concealed his emotions skillfully, shaking his head, "It’s nothing, just a bit of a cold."

Really?

Dianna had already sensed the odd atmosphere in the room, but she curved her lips into a smile, "Mort, I just wanted to ask what you want for dinner?"

"Millet porridge, I suppose," Mort replied.

"Alright, I’ll go to the kitchen and prepare millet porridge for you. You’re in for a treat tonight. I’ll be off now," Dianna said sweetly as she left.

Having rushed out of the room, Dianna’s steps slowly halted, and her smile faded; she had already noticed Mort’s nosebleed on his shirt collar—she had seen everything.

She chose not to reveal it, wanting to honor his love.

Right now, she didn’t want to add any psychological burden to him.

Even though she longed to be with him, she would step back if he didn’t want it.

Dianna didn’t leave; she stood outside the room, time ticking away as she realized he was enduring agony within.

She couldn’t do anything, not even stay with him.

At this moment, a string of footsteps approached, and a medical woman arrived.

The medical woman looked toward Dianna by the door, "Are you someone from this room?"

Dianna hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Is something wrong?"

"Yes." The medical woman handed over a booklet about the fungus, "Someone from the room sent people to find this particular herb, the fungus. Unfortunately, we don’t have it here. The fungus is very scarce, only found deep in the mountains, and historical texts state that obtaining it requires a life for a life."