Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1173: Sweet Moments

Mort Thorne turned around, squatted down, and offered his strong back to her, patting it, "Climb up."

Dianna Hollis quickly climbed onto his back, her little hands wrapping around his neck.

Mort supported her perky little bottom and carried her to the dining table.

Dianna buried her small face in his neck; his shoulders were solid, his back formidable, his steps steady, and being carried by him, she never feared falling.

His shoulders could shelter any woman from the wind and rain, full of strength and security.

Dianna lost her father, and deep inside she longed for the love of a towering tree; now Mort gave her everything, making up for her regrets.

Mort placed her on a dining chair, handed her a small bowl of rice, and stuffed chopsticks into her small hands, "You have to eat all this rice, no leftovers allowed."

This much?

Dianna furrowed her delicate brows; these days her treatment had ruined her appetite, whatever she ate she quickly threw up.

She didn’t want to eat so much rice.

Not hungry at all.

She raised her little head to look at the man, blinking pitifully, "Mort..."

"No negotiations." The man responded with four words.

In the days they hadn’t seen, she had lost a lot of weight, he couldn’t feel any weight holding her in his arms, he wanted to fatten her up a bit.

He always felt she would blow away with the wind.

Dianna picked up the chopsticks, selected a few grains of rice, and put them in her mouth.

At this moment, a deep, magnetic voice sounded above her head, "If you keep eating like this, I’ll feed you."

Dianna threw the chopsticks down, "Then you feed me."

Mort’s breath deepened, he directly pulled her to sit on his sturdy thigh, ate a mouthful of rice, and then fed it to Dianna’s mouth.

Dianna suddenly widened her eyes, how...how could he feed her like this?

Mort fed the rice into her mouth, then retreated, his gaze burning into her, "Do you still want me to feed you?"

Dianna chewed the rice in her mouth, suddenly finding the taste had changed, it became fragrant.

"No more." She picked up the chopsticks and small bowl to eat herself, also trying to move off his sturdy thigh.

"Don’t move!" The man clasped her petite waist from moving.

Dianna’s little face turned red, making people want to bite, sitting on his thigh eating, how shy for someone to see!

"Drink some soup." The man supervised her.

Dianna looked at tonight’s stew, papaya pork rib soup, shook her head, "Don’t want to drink."

The man’s aura entwined around her, a rich masculine scent mixed with bathing fragrance, Mort whispered in her ear, "Be good, drink a little, papaya is good for breast enhancement."

Breast enhancement.

Dianna quickly turned her head to Mort Thorne, arrogantly raised an eyebrow at him, "Do you like big breasts?"

Big breasts?

Mort glanced at her chest.

Dianna quickly put down the chopsticks and bowl, used her slender arms to protect her chest, "Eyes, where are you looking, pervert, hooligan!"

"Did I see something?"

"..."

What is he saying?

Even though she was small, she was not completely flat.

Dianna thought of the big-chested maid, raised two little pink fists, and hit him forcefully twice, "Superficial! Do you like fair-skinned beauty with long legs and big breasts?"

Mort extended his large hand to catch her pink fists, "I didn’t say anything, it was all you."

Dianna was still angry, wanting to hit him more.

Mort, "You got angry over what you said, now you’re coming to hit me, Dianna, just got you settled, and now you’re itchy again, try hitting me again?"

Dianna pushed him away forcefully, picked up the chopsticks again to eat, finished, and drank two bowls of papaya pork rib soup!

...

Mort went to the study; he just went out, he had some work to deal with.

Dianna lay in the bathroom over the toilet, vomiting all the food she ate tonight, after vomiting, her little face turned pale, bloodless.

Back in the bedroom’s big bed, weakly, she crawled into the blanket to sleep.

An hour later, when Mort returned to the room, Dianna was already asleep.

He lifted the blanket and got into bed, supporting himself with strong arms, he kissed her, this little heartless thing, falling asleep like this.

The little thing woke up, Dianna opened her eyes.

Her icy eyes were a bit dazed, with softness due to illness, like a newborn baby, feeling the man’s fiery gaze, she quickly spoke, "Mort, I’m so sleepy, want to sleep."

Mort looked at her, only seeing Dianna’s little face all white, under those pretty eyelids lay a layer of dark circles.

His gaze shifted, at first thinking she was being coy, hanging him up without committing, now he realized she was truly exhausted.

Mort’s heart softened, he placed his supple lips on her tender widow’s peak, kissing it, "Sleep, I’m here."

He murmured his low, hoarse words, then got up to take a cold shower in the bathroom.

Dianna buried herself in the soft pillow, turned to face away from him, sleeping.

Mort emerged to find her back turned to him, reentering bed, powerful arms wrapped around her petite waist from behind, embracing her.

The little body in his arms soft and sweet, Mort furrowed his handsome brows kissing her hair, before cursing low, damn, that cold shower was for nothing.

Dianna hadn’t slept, hugged by the man, his scorching body heat pressing against her delicate skin, an oppressive sensation of closeness, she was a bit resistant.

Thinking of him holding other women this way in the future, Dianna’s heart ached like being carved by a knife.

...

The next morning.

Long eyelashes trembled slightly, Dianna opened her eyes, now in a warm, spacious embrace.

Not sure if she turned over herself or he did, now her entire delicate body curled within his sturdy chest, Dianna raised her little face, looking at the man’s handsome face so close.

His features sharply masculine and cool, those deep brown eyes, concealing keen coldness, a high nose bridge, sexy thin lips, full of masculine allure.

She slowly extended a soft white fingertip to touch the man’s lips...

But next moment, a rough big hand reached over, grasping her soft, boneless little hand, "Want to kiss me, huh?"

Mort opened his eyes, his dark gaze showed initial drowsiness, mostly soft, doting affection.

Caught, Dianna promptly denied, "You’re egocentric; I wasn’t thinking to kiss you!"

"Really? Well, now I want to kiss you." Mort rolled over.

"Mort!" Dianna evaded in his arms, his stubble scratched her delicate skin, the two playing around.

Amidst the frolic, Mort stopped, looming above her, eyes dark and heated, staring at her.