Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 853: Don’t Touch Me!

Soon, it was the night before the grand wedding.

A matron came to dress Serena Sterling, but she drove everyone away, "I won’t dress up, and I won’t wear these clothes. Let Zane Crawford come see me; I want to see him!"

"Bride, you’re putting us in a difficult position..." Everyone looked at each other, frightened.

At this time, a cool and aloof figure walked out; it was Zane Crawford, "You all can leave."

"Yes." Everyone left.

Only Serena and Zane were left in the room. Zane looked at her, "Serena, I’m here. Are you looking for me?"

Serena stared coldly at Zane, "Where’s Hayden Crawford? I want to see Hayden Crawford!"

"He’s already dead."

"He’s alive; then I want to see him alive. If he’s dead, I want to see him dead. No matter if he’s alive or dead, I want to be with him, I want to take him away!"

Zane stepped forward to stand in front of Serena. He saw her eyes were red, then nodded, "Okay, I can let you see him."

Serena didn’t speak; she couldn’t believe he would be so kind to agree just like that.

"But," Zane slowly voiced his condition, "we’ll get married first. After the wedding, I’ll let you see him. Serena, don’t be willful, okay? Otherwise... you’ll never see him again."

Serena abruptly stood up, "Zane Crawford, why have you suddenly become like this? Are you... acting? Do you have some plan? Quickly tell me, all this isn’t real, the you standing before me isn’t real either!"

Zane’s gaze caught a glimpse of outside the window; now Titus Ashworth had come, peeking through the window.

"The Lord..."

Titus Ashworth waved a hand, signaling for silence, forbidding speech. Actually, he always had suspicions about Zane. Now that Zane was speaking with Serena in the room, he took the opportunity to eavesdrop.

Zane knew Titus had arrived; his cool black eyes fell on Serena’s petite, exquisite face. Now her bright eyes were brimming with anticipation; he knew this was her last chance for him.

If they met again in the future, they might be at odds.

Zane curled a thin smile, "Serena, what do you want to hear? You’re not unaware of how much I like you."

The light in Serena’s eyes immediately dimmed as she took a step back.

Zane moved his legs and approached her step by step, "Serena, do you want me to bless you and Hayden Crawford? Do you want me to watch you two happily when I can’t? Sorry, I can’t do it!"

"Hayden Crawford has always had more than I since we were young; everything was his. Then when he met you, you were his too. How could I be content? A long time ago, I vowed to seize back everything that should have been mine, including you, Serena!"

Serena looked at the stranger Zane had become, shaking her head.

Soon, her delicate back pressed against the cold wall, and she had nowhere to retreat.

Zane closed in, trapping her between the wall and his chest.

Both big hands grabbed her smooth shoulders, "Serena, Hayden Crawford is already dead. Wake up, be with me; I’ll treat you well!"

After he spoke, Zane lowered his head, aiming for her red lips.

Serena’s lashes trembled as she quickly dodged. In such close proximity, she caught Zane’s clean scent like orchid pine, scent very pleasing as before, but he had changed utterly.

Serena no longer had any expectations for him. Her small hands pushed against his chest, trying to push him away, "Zane, let me go, don’t touch me!"

As she dodged, Zane’s thin lips brushed her soft strands, which were fragrant; every strand emitted a fragrance.

Over the years, Zane transitioned from a graceful youth to a 27-year-old man, not without desires. After all, he was a normal man, facing his cherished girl, longing occurred as well.

Now, after his lips brushed her strands, his tall and handsome body stiffened slightly.

Serena resisted this intimacy, never imagining reaching this point with Zane. She was only one divorce certificate away from remarrying Hayden; no matter how, she was his sister-in-law!

"Zane, don’t be like this... If you touch me, I will truly hate you!"

Zane’s throat lightly rolled, fine then, hate me.

His fair hand landed on the back of her head, gently yet firmly cupping her nape, then kissed her cheek.

He kissed her eyes, sensing the girl’s fright and panic in his arms. Her lashes fluttered underneath his lips like butterfly wings. He closed his eyes, kissing her eyes repeatedly, affectionately.

Serena knew Zane liked her, though he changed. However, she didn’t understand why this degraded version of him kissed so gently and cautiously?

Zane’s kisses slipped from her eyes, avoiding her red lips, falling on her cheek, then onto her slender neck.

His other hand clasped her soft waist, lifting her effortlessly into his embrace.

"Zane, no!" Their bodies in such close contact, Serena struggled and flailed.

Outside the window, Titus was satisfied watching this scene, realizing his suspicions of Zane were unnecessary. Zane had truly turned dark.

Titus turned and left.

Zane’s peripheral vision saw Titus leave, reason telling him to stop.

But, he couldn’t release her.

His hands and body were beyond his control.

In his embrace, her body was soft, smooth as jade, especially during her struggles. As they rubbed against each other, Zane suddenly realized he was at an age where his blood ran hot, having never been in love and never held a girl’s hand before. Now, blood surged.

-- one of Jude and Isabelle’s daily stories --

When Jude Crawford arrived, he witnessed this scene: Isabelle Willow, like a savage little beast, held her ground fiercely against four, showing no weakness.

However, she was already bruised, with her long hair pulled into a mess. Her delicate, beautiful face had two claw marks, looking pitiful.

Jude’s heroic brow furrowed instantly as he glanced at his secretary, Riley Sutton.

Riley quickly stepped forward and reprimanded, "What are you doing here? Do you take The Crawford Group for a marketplace to brawl and bicker?"

The brawling individuals halted immediately. Isabelle lifted her head and saw Jude by the door right away.

The next second, Jude saw Isabelle stumbling over, tipping her toes to kiss his handsome cheek boldly.

"Mr. Crawford, you do like women, don’t you?"