Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1208: Be Responsible for Him

Although he was rubbing her belly, he cursed, "With your acting skills, the film industry owes you an Oscar."

He had already figured out she was pretending.

Dianna’s little head was buried in his strong chest, mumbling then why are you still helping me rub my belly?

"I don’t want to go back tonight," Dianna said softly.

Mort Thorne looked down at her, "Then where do you want to go?"

"Your room."

Mort’s gaze darkened, staring at her quietly.

"Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m just going to your room to sleep, we’re not doing anything," Dianna said righteously.

Mort was silent for a moment, then took her small hand, "Then let’s go."

He agreed.

Dianna quickly followed.

...

In the luxurious room of the underground palace, Dianna washed up and lay on the soft big bed. She turned her head; Mort, tall and long-legged, was lying on the sofa, the two were sleeping separately.

"Mort, goodnight," Dianna said goodnight, then closed her eyes to sleep.

Soon Mort heard her gentle breathing; she was indeed asleep.

Her insistence on coming to his room was very pure, just to sleep.

Mort got up and came to the bedside; he reached out to cover Dianna with a blanket.

But Dianna was restless in her sleep; she turned over, her leg propped up.

Mort looked at her exposed beautiful legs, so slender and white, and immediately looked away, covering her with the blanket again.

Letting her stay in his room overnight was definitely a wrong decision. Mort entered the bathroom to take a cold shower.

Mort fell asleep; he tossed and turned till midnight, finally falling asleep, but in his drowsy state, he felt someone climbing onto him, so he opened his eyes.

It was early morning, around five or six o’clock, and dawn was climbing over the horizon, painting the tranquil earth with a layer of soft golden light. In this indulgent underground palace, faint soft light filtered through champagne gold drapes, spilling beauty into the room.

Mort saw the person on top of him; at this moment, Dianna was sitting on his torso, wearing a strap nightdress, the thin strap slipping off one fragrant shoulder, her long black hair cascading, covered in sweat.

As the intense pleasure hit, Mort’s pupils contracted sharply, his throat tightening, and his dark eyes immediately tinged with crimson. He rolled his throat several times to find his voice, "Dianna, what are you doing?"

Dianna’s bright eyes danced, looking at him with a smile, "You’re awake, then come on..."

...

Dianna left the underground palace, her little head down as she returned to her luxury car, speaking up, "Drive."

"Yes, Miss." The driver stepped on the gas pedal.

Dianna’s palm-sized face was red enough to drip blood; it was undoubtedly the boldest thing she had done.

Through the car window, she saw a pharmacy by the roadside.

"Stop."

The luxury car slowly stopped.

Dianna got out and went into the pharmacy. The sales clerk asked, "Miss, what would you like to buy?"

Dianna’s gaze fell on a box of birth control pills, but quickly she looked away, "A bottle of vitamins, please."

"Okay."

Dianna left with the vitamins; she initially wanted to buy birth control but changed her mind, only buying vitamins.

...

Half an hour later.

Dianna returned to her room; she took a hot shower first, then draped on a silk nightdress.

At that moment, a melodious ringtone sounded; the team leader called, "Hello, Dianna, orders came from above for us to immediately stop the honey trap, so starting tomorrow, don’t have any contact with Scorpio."

What?

Dianna quickly furrowed her brows; she knew Mort must have given the order to cancel the honey trap.

He’s now her superior in charge; the Scorpio plan follows his lead.

Dianna grasped the phone, "Leader, did they say why they’re canceling the honey trap? We must persuade by virtue. I’ve been approaching Scorpio smoothly, making me quit halfway must persuade me first, else it’s hard for me to accept."

Leader, "Dianna, this decision from above was very sudden. I asked for reasons; they said, even though you’ve changed your identity, if Scorpio investigates, it’s likely they’ll find hints. After all, the identities of City of Crestfall’s first ice beauty and Mrs. Alden are overly conspicuous, it’s likely you’ll be exposed, so to avoid unnecessary trouble, they decided to stop the honey trap."

City of Crestfall’s first ice beauty? He cares most is her Mrs. Alden identity now!

Not long ago, in that luxurious room, she forcefully took him; she wondered what he was thinking. She knew about him; she is now someone else’s wife, it’s hard for him to cross the moral boundary.

"Leader, I think you need to confess something to the higher-ups," Dianna said.

"What is it?"

"Charles’ true identity, and the inside story of my marriage to Charles."

...

In the luxurious room.

Mort Thorne stood tall in front of the floor-to-ceiling window; he had just been standing here watching Dianna leave in the luxury car. She actually dared!

Mort’s fingers held a cigarette; he had already smoked a pack. The ashtray was full of cigarette butts, smoke filled the room.

Just now...

Mort smoked more urgently, his handsome brows tightly furrowing into a "chuan" character. Although she often teased him, he thought she was just getting back at him. He never expected she would... treat him this way.

What was she thinking?

Mort’s mind was a mess now; he couldn’t just let it go. She forcefully took him; he couldn’t just let her leave after putting her pants on. She must take responsibility at least.

If it was before, he wouldn’t have let her leave.

But, she’s married.

She’s now Mrs. Alden, that Raymond Alden loves her, cherishes her, treasures her, and she said her marriage is very happy.

So, he let her leave.

Mort calmed down his chaotic thoughts, anyway, the honey trap is impossible. He doesn’t want to see Scorpio’s lecherous gaze on her.

He already called to stop the honey trap.

His matters with her, after dealing with Scorpio, they will slowly discuss.

At that moment, a melodious ringtone sounded; a call came, it was from Charles Bishop.

As the direct leader of this operation, Mort couldn’t directly contact the FIU team leader; Charles was responsible for conveying orders.

Why is Charles calling at this time?

Mort pressed the button to connect, "Hello."

"Mort, FIU Dianna doesn’t agree to terminate the honey trap."

Mort frowned, "Objection overruled."

"Mort," Charles interrupted, "Dianna just gave a reason for opposition, a reason you need to hear."