Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1228: You Love Your Country, I’ll Love You

Chapter 1228: Chapter 1228: You Love Your Country, I’ll Love You

Mort Thorne paused, looking at the girl’s playful and radiant smile. Did she fly out of the country just for him this time?

How did she meet the chief?

Breaking into a military compound is very risky; one could easily get shot full of holes.

Her sweet scent wafted closer, softening his resolute heart unbelievably, this silly girl.

Mort Thorne said nothing, holding her small hand as he strode out of the airport hall.

The man’s strides were so large that Dianna had to jog to keep up. She tugged at his hand and tilted her head with a smile, "Mort, are you happy inside?"

Mort said nothing.

Dianna beamed with pride and said confidently, "I told you, in the future, you love your country, and I’ll love you."

"Rubbish!"

Mort replied impatiently, his big hand clasping her slender waist, and he leaned down to kiss her firmly on her small cheek.

Hmm!

Dianna’s eyes widened instantly. What was he doing, stealing a kiss from her?

There are so many people here!

Mort couldn’t wait.

He wanted to kiss her right now.

Her love was overwhelming.

At this moment, a gentle cough sounded by their ears, "Mort Thorne, in a public place, mind your image a bit."

Outside the airport, two bullet-proof jeeps were parked. The confidential secretary opened the rear car door, Julian Carter stood by the door, hands behind his back, looking at Mort and Dianna, with kinder reproach in his eyes.

Dianna quickly put two small hands against the man’s sturdy chest, pushing him away, truly embarrassing.

Mort looked at Dianna dissatisfiedly, his big hand still holding her slim waist, "She’s my woman, and I kiss her when I want."

Such arrogance.

Julian Carter shook his head twice. Young people in love nowadays... forcing dog food upon him, he got into the car.

...

In the hospital.

Melissa had already undergone surgery to remove the bullet from her right arm, and her eyes were swollen from crying.

"Dad, I just like Blood Eagle, make him marry me!" Melissa cajoled Julian Carter.

Julian maintained a serious face, "Nonsense! Blood Eagle is a tough guy, no one can manipulate him, even if I can make him marry you, can I force him to love you?"

"I don’t care, Dad, have you forgotten that when mom died, you promised her to take good care of me?"

Julian Carter had only one wife, but she passed away many years ago when Melissa was just one year old.

Julian never remarried in all these years.

Perhaps because Melissa grew up without a mom, Julian dotes on this daughter extraordinarily.

But doting is also indulgence; only now does he realize Melissa has a personality flaw, which is a failure in his education.

His father-daughter bond with Melissa has become very faint.

"Melissa, think carefully about my identity before speaking to me. If I am your father, then what qualifies me to command Blood Eagle? If I am the chief, I’m sorry, I won’t misuse my power for personal gain!"

"Dad, you simply don’t love me!"

This conversation was destined to end unhappily; Julian Carter walked out of the ward.

"Chief." Dianna came over.

"What, not accompanying Mort Thorne?"

"He went to take a call."

Julian nodded knowingly, "No wonder, if he were around, he’d definitely keep you close."

"..." Dianna shifted the topic, "Chief, did you have a quarrel with Melissa?"

Julian sighed, "I remember Melissa being very obedient before, but I don’t know why she’s becoming increasingly extreme, to the point I can hardly recognize her."

...

In the corridor.

Mort Thorne stood with Charles Bishop, Mort’s hands in his pants pockets, he gave Charles a deep and piercing look, "Did you arrange for Dianna to meet the chief?"

Charles was drenched in cold sweat, fearing Mort would hold him accountable, "No, Mort, you’re wronging me. The decision to meet the chief was Dianna’s own choice, I just... helped a little..."

Saying this, Charles quickly changed the topic, "Mort, we still haven’t figured out who leaked the information in the Scorpion incident, nearly costing Dianna her life. Who do you think the mole is?"

This mole is like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

Previously, Mort told Dianna that it wasn’t Melissa Carter who leaked the information just because he didn’t want Dianna to get involved, attracting danger.

The less she knows, the safer she is.

Mort pursed his thin lips.

"Mort, I still suspect... Melissa Carter, but Melissa alone couldn’t manage all this, it’s likely the chief did it. Why would the chief do this?"

Mort quickly glanced at Charles, "Have you just met the chief today?"

Charles immediately shut up as he saw a displeased warning in Mort’s eyes.

Yes, they have known the chief for almost thirty years now, everyone knows who the chief is.

Mort pursed his thin lips, speaking in a low voice, "Don’t bring this topic up again, especially refrain from discussing it in front of Dianna, understood?"

Charles nodded. He had heard about how thrilling Dianna’s visit to the old chief was today, feeling the tension himself. He couldn’t risk putting Dianna in danger again, or Mort would not spare him.

Charles obediently nodded, "Got it."

Mort strode away.

... 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Outside the hospital doors.

Mort stood outside waiting, hands in his pants pockets, head lowered, his tall figure radiating lazy tranquility.

At this moment, a slender figure rushed out, calling to him with smiling eyes, "Mort."

Mort looked up, the girl ran towards him.

He stood up straight, pulling both hands from his pockets, then opened his arms to her.

Dianna jumped up, two slim legs wrapped directly around his sturdy waist, jumping onto him, meaning for him to hold her.

Mort held her securely, his big hand slapped her round bottom, "You’re spoiled, how old are you now?"

Dianna clung tightly to his neck, not letting go, "I don’t care, just hold me like this, carry me home!"

Mort smiled, his handsome brows exuding warmth, and he strode off, carrying her home.

Currently, the city’s vibrant neon lights were resplendent, countless luxury cars sped past, the cold wind of late autumn chilled through, Dianna burrowed continuously into the man’s strong embrace. The city’s bustling noise had nothing to do with them, cars and mail could go slowly, slow enough to only love one person a lifetime.

Numerous passersby looked over, especially young girls and couples.

"You guys look, wow, that man is so strong, spoiling his girlfriend."

"That’s someone’s boyfriend!"

"Give me a stack of such boyfriends."

"Stop dreaming, aren’t you looking at how pretty someone’s girlfriend is?"...

The young girls’ eyes lingered on Mort’s strong physique and solid muscles, almost drooling.

Dianna quickly tightened her grip on Mort’s neck, asserting her claim—this was her man, and no one should think of stealing him!