Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1203: Are You Saying I’m Pregnant With Someone Else’s Child?

Chapter 1203: Chapter 1203: Are You Saying I’m Pregnant With Someone Else’s Child?

"Boss, I’ll head down first."

Mort Thorne wrapped his arm around Lady Snow and left.

...

Dianna Hollis watched as their figures disappeared from view. She lowered her butterfly-wing-like lashes, concealing her emotions.

"Scorpion Lord, look at Lady Snow, she’s even taken away our people!"

The Scorpion waved his hand, throwing several stacks of money onto the table, "Divide it among yourselves."

"Thank you, Scorpion Lord." The lead performers swarmed forward, scrambling for the money.

"Dianna, come on, I’ll take you out for a midnight snack." The Scorpion put his arm around Dianna Hollis’s fragrant shoulder.

The Scorpion was originally a rogue, and now, in this indulgent underground palace, he couldn’t resist with an ice beauty like Dianna by his side.

Dianna wriggled a bit, then lifted her small head to look at the Scorpion, "Scorpion Lord, let go. We agreed beforehand, until we are married, you cannot touch me. My family’s teachings are very strict, and we reject any cohabitation before marriage."

Dianna had forged her identity, using the name Dianna but changing her surname, claiming to be the daughter of a wealthy businessman, and the Scorpion believed it without question.

The Scorpion hooked a strand of her hair with his finger and sniffed, "So, you’re still a virgin?"

Dianna lay playfully in the Scorpion’s embrace, blinking mischievously, "Yes, I’ve never been with a man."

The Scorpion’s eyes flared with desire, and he leaned in to kiss Dianna.

Dianna pushed him away, then got up and left, "Scorpion Lord, my driver is here to pick me up. I have to go home."

Saying this, Dianna walked away.

The Scorpion sat alone on the sofa. He pulled one of the lead performers onto his lap, "I’ve been holding back my desire and now there’s no place to release it. Let me relieve it with you first. Dianna, sooner or later you’ll be mine!"

The Scorpion already saw the lead performer as Dianna.

...

Dianna didn’t leave; she walked down the corridor and found Mort Thorne and Lady Snow’s room.

She raised her hand, intending to knock, but quickly placed her hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open.

In the room, Mort Thorne sat by the bed, with his back to her; she could only see his strong and handsome shoulders and back.

Lady Snow was crouched at his knees, doing something unknown.

Dianna paused. Their position was really easy to misinterpret, as if Lady Snow was pleasing him.

"Who?" Mort Thorne’s alertness was high as he quickly turned his head, his deep and sharp brown eyes shooting toward her.

Dianna instantly met his gaze.

Her eyes moved down, seeing his tight waist with the black belt undone, and those black trousers...

She turned and walked away.

"Dianna!"

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded behind her. Mort Thorne chased out, grabbing her slender wrist.

Dianna was forced to stop, pulling her hand back fiercely, "Let go of me!"

She struggled vigorously. Mort Thorne bent over, picked her up horizontally, and carried her back into the room.

"Let go of me, you bastard!"

Mort Thorne tossed her into the soft bed. She quickly tried to get up, but the man’s tall and strong body pressed down.

Her little hands were wrapped by his rough large palm and pressed down...

"Try cursing again?"

He stared at her coldly and displeased, his thin lips spilling a few simple words.

Dianna paused; he wasn’t reacting.

She misunderstood him.

She thought he and Lady Snow...

Dianna tried to pull back her hands, "Let go of me!"

His hands still held hers tightly.

Mort Thorne finally released her, the weight pressing on the bed suddenly withdrawing.

"Little sister, you misunderstood Lord Castle. Lord Castle’s prosthetic area was red and inflamed, and I was just applying medication," Lady Snow stepped forward to explain.

So that’s how it was.

Dianna’s eyes revealed a hint of embarrassment as she looked at Mort Thorne, who stood tall and long-legged, back facing her, as he removed his black belt.

She stepped forward, coming beside him, "Mort Thorne, I’m sorry, earlier..."

Mort Thorne casually threw the black belt onto the sofa, his lips moving slightly, "No need to apologize. It’s normal for you to be suspicious."

With that, he headed toward the bathroom.

But a small hand reached out, tightly grabbing his clothes.

Mort Thorne stopped, looking down at the little hand, his voice low, "Let go."

Dianna shook her head, holding on tighter, "No."

Mort Thorne tried to pull her hand away.

Dianna reached out both hands to cling to him, refusing to let go.

"You need a lesson, don’t you?" Mort Thorne shouted sternly.

Dianna, "Mort Thorne, you’re yelling at me!"

Mort Thorne, "..."

Dianna held tightly onto his sleeve, wrinkling his black shirt. She glanced at Lady Snow.

The girl hesitated, her moist eyes betraying a bit of grievance.

Mort Thorne’s gaze softened, then he glanced sideways at Lady Snow, "You go out first."

Lady Snow nodded, "Okay."

Lady Snow left and there was no third person in the room. Dianna released her hand and asked quietly with her head lowered, "Is Lady Snow with you?"

Mort Thorne pressed his thin lips together without answering.

Dianna realized her question was pointless; Lady Snow was clearly his old flame. He wasn’t a good person in the past.

She turned and prepared to leave.

But a large hand reached out, grabbing her slender wrist and pulling firmly, her delicate body immediately crashing into his solid chest.

Oof!

Her nose hurt upon impact; his body was like a wall, hard all over.

"What are you doing?" She grumbled, struggling awkwardly.

Mort Thorne’s strong arm wrapped around her slender waist, easily pinning her in his embrace. He was tall; she was a whole head shorter, so he looked down at her little head encased in gloom, "Why are you being difficult? It was over twenty years ago, you weren’t even born then."

Dianna calmed down. Yes, she wasn’t born then, so why mind?

But she did mind.

"Still upset?" He asked.

Dianna suddenly felt nauseous, pressing a hand to her chest, bending over to retch.

Seeing her vomit, Mort Thorne’s handsome face shifted immediately. He reached out, patting her beautiful back, "Where do you feel unwell?"

The man’s voice was filled with nervousness and concern.

Dianna felt genuinely uncomfortable, not used to being in Serrano.

Just then, Mort Thorne asked in a low voice, "Have you gone to the hospital for a checkup?"

"What?" Dianna looked at him, confused. Check for what?

Mort Thorne pressed his thin lips together, voicing his guess, "Are you...really pregnant?"

Pregnant?

Those words from Mort Thorne caught Dianna off guard. She thought she hadn’t been with him, then after a few seconds, her pupils contracted, understanding his insinuation, "You mean...I’m carrying someone else’s child?"