Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1188: He Met Her Eyes

A few seconds later, the car window slid down, but only a little, and Dianna Hollis could only see his baseball cap from outside.

This person was deliberately covering his face.

Dianna Hollis opened her bag, took out a couple of hundred-yuan notes, and handed them over. "This is for your fare."

A broad, rough hand reached out from the car to take the money.

But before it could, Dianna Hollis smiled, crumpled the notes in her palm, and tossed them onto the passenger seat next to him.

The action mimicked him, as he hadn’t given her a cigarette earlier.

Inside the car, Mort Thorne paused, then turned his handsome face, his dark eyes hidden under the baseball cap looking at the little woman outside the window. Damn, had she become so brazen?

Daring to provoke him?

Dianna Hollis knew he was watching her. She raised her delicate eyebrows, "No need for change, the extra is your tip."

With that, she walked away in her high heels.

Dianna Hollis!

Inside the car, Mort Thorne suddenly narrowed his eyes, curling his thin lips in a wicked grin, and with a swift motion, opened the driver’s side door. A rough, broad hand shot out like lightning and grabbed Dianna Hollis’s slender wrist.

Dianna Hollis, highly alert, felt her eyes turn cold as he caught her wrist. She was ready to backflip and lock his throat with her legs, break his neck.

But the man had already seen through her move. A few long, strong fingers forcefully restrained both her wrists behind her back, then yanked, causing her face to unexpectedly collide with his pants.

His moves were as sharp as a drawn arrow, effortlessly capturing her.

Dianna Hollis’s brows and eyes turned cold. She was top-tier in FIU, with no match to this day.

Yet this man had subdued her within a few moves.

She was defenseless in front of him.

At this moment, she realized she had landed in the wrong place, burying her face in his lap!

He wore black pants, the coarse material rubbing uncomfortably against her delicate skin.

The posture was quite ambiguous.

"Let go of me!" Dianna Hollis said coldly.

The woman’s hand, as soft as boneless yet strong, tried to slip away from his grip. Mort Thorne raised his sharp eyebrows and extended his tongue to lick his dry, thin lips, looking both wicked and wild.

This little thing dared to be defiant in front of him?

No matter what she had done outside these three years, she was still too naive in front of him!

Mort Thorne’s strong chest heaved a couple of times. His broad, rough hand clamped her slender wrist like iron, the more she struggled, the tighter his grip grew.

Dianna Hollis couldn’t break free or beat him. How could a disabled driver possess such skills? Clearly, there was something fishy about it.

"Just who are you?" Dianna Hollis raised her head, trying to look at his handsome face.

Mort Thorne reached out, cupping the back of her head, pressing her face back to his lap before she could see.

He wouldn’t let her look.

Dianna Hollis saw nothing; the man’s moves were too quick.

Soon she felt out of breath as he had her entire small face pressed down.

Her tender skin immediately burned, for she felt his physiological reaction.

He even...

"Let me go! Do you, a cripple, even have thoughts about me?"

Cripple...

Mort Thorne heard those words and faintly curled his thin lips. He was indeed a cripple.

He released her head.

Dianna Hollis quickly lifted her head, trying to see his face. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Mort Thorne didn’t expect her to still want to see him, damn, he cursed silently, cupping her head once more, pressing her back to his lap.

Damn it!

"Damn you!" Dianna Hollis burst out with a curse.

Mort Thorne’s face turned cold. In three years, she had indeed grown more daring, smoking, drinking, and now swearing.

He was so angry, he felt a strong urge to teach her a harsh lesson.

Suddenly, Dianna Hollis stopped moving as she caught a whiff of his scent.

It was the rich, healthy scent of a man.

The scent was so familiar, so vividly familiar that it left her dazed.

It was... Mort Thorne!

This was the scent from Mort Thorne!

Dianna Hollis started to sniff with her nose,

Gradually sniffing his scent.

His scent was cleaner than before, with a refreshing pine aroma, yet his masculine scent remained just as dense, intensely assaulting her senses.

What was she doing?

The place was dimly lit without light streaming in, and Mort Thorne lowered his handsome eyelids to look at the girl clinging to his pants, sniffing his scent like a little puppy.

Already a mature man nearing forty, having abstained from women for three years, he knew exactly what sort of indecent thoughts were racing through his mind.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

At that moment, Dianna Hollis opened her mouth, biting into his firm thigh.

Ssss.

Mort Thorne frowned, muffling a groan.

It hurt.

The ungrateful little thing was really biting him, as if she wanted to tear a chunk out of his leg.

He had once doted on her, but it turned out to be feeding a dog in vain.

His thick eyelashes fluttered, and he clenched his strong waist and abdomen for her to bite, his inky eyes gradually turning blood-red, damn, he actually found her bite quite thrilling.

This little thing had grown up, filled with strength.

At this moment, someone came walking by—a grandmother with her grandson returning from a stroll. The keen-eyed little boy looked over curiously and asked, "Grandma, what are they doing there?"

Someone was coming!

Mort Thorne lowered his lashes to look at the girl on his leg. It seemed she hadn’t heard the movement outside, still clinging to him, unyielding.

His eyes darkened, and he used his rough palm to push her forehead, easily pushing her off his firm thigh.

The man’s strength was great, and Dianna Hollis was indeed pushed off.

Her lithe and graceful body was directly pushed out of the car.

Dianna Hollis looked at him, suddenly extending her hand like lightning to snatch the baseball cap off his head.

Mort Thorne wasn’t prepared for this, and the baseball cap had already been taken by her.

He turned his head, those deep, sharp eyes clashing with the girl’s clear, cold gaze.

In her pure black and white eyes, he saw his reflection.

Dianna Hollis saw him, saw a... unfamiliar face.

This wasn’t Mort Thorne’s face.

Or rather, it wasn’t Cain Shaw’s face either.

Not the face she was familiar with, a stranger’s face.

Dianna Hollis froze immediately.

Mort Thorne should feel fortunate that she didn’t recognize him. Back when he was still Cain Shaw, he had disguised himself, and now this face was truly Mort Thorne’s own, which she hadn’t seen before.

Therefore, she wouldn’t recognize him.

Indeed, Dianna Hollis’s clear eyes were burning with something, but after seeing his face, she was stunned, and those things slowly extinguished, finally returning to calmness.

Soon, Dianna Hollis turned and left.