Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 870: I Want to Search Your Body

He used the word "lift," and Davina Rowe felt a chill run through her scalp. She turned around and left.

As she reached the door, Justin Xavier’s cold, indifferent voice came from behind, "Watch your mouth, be careful of what you say."

Davina Rowe’s pupils contracted, and she quickly slipped away.

...

Justin Xavier went into the bathroom to shower, scrubbing himself inside and out with shower gel several times before coming out. Leah Thorne was sitting on the bed, having not run away because his bodyguards were stationed outside, keeping an eye on her.

Justin Xavier’s gaze fell on Leah Thorne. She was obediently sitting on the bed hugging her knees, her long wavy dark brown hair lazily draped over her shoulders. At this moment, the dazzling neon lights of the night shone through the layers of window drapes onto her, making her beauty seem almost unreal.

Justin Xavier couldn’t bear to look away. Despite having dated many other young and beautiful women during this time, he had to admit that none of their beauty could compare to hers. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

After so many years, she still made his heart flutter.

"What are you thinking about?" Justin Xavier walked over and asked.

Leah Thorne looked up, her voice languid, "Oh, nothing. I was just wondering... do you use condoms when you’re with those women?"

Justin Xavier looked at her with his handsome eyelids lowered. He was backlit, so his expression wasn’t clear, "Leah, I’ve let you go, so you shouldn’t be asking me such private questions anymore. No matter which woman I’m with and how far we go, you need to appear indifferent. Otherwise... looking at me with other women like you’re doing now, accusing me of being dirty and irrationally arguing with me, even seizing the opportunity to ask if I wear condoms, your intense reaction gives me an illusion, an illusion that you still care about me."

He had let her go, with great difficulty, so she couldn’t give him any hope. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Leah Thorne looked at him and suddenly let out a laugh.

Justin Xavier frowned, "What’s so funny?"

"Nothing," Leah Thorne curled her red lips. Although she was smiling, the smile didn’t reach her eyes, "President Xavier, don’t overthink. I was just kindly reminding you that not using condoms can easily lead to pregnancy. Maybe one day you’ll unexpectedly become a father."

Justin Xavier, "I won’t."

During this time, he’d been changing women like changing clothes, just continuously trying to be with different women.

They say women are like a dish of fish, whether steamed, braised, or boiled, they all taste the same. He also wanted to prove that he wasn’t incapable of being with anyone else but her.

But with those women before Davina Rowe, at most he just interacted with them, never touched them because they were uninteresting.

Because of Hayden Crawford, Davina Rowe had the longest time with him, and she most resembled her; however, before tonight, he hadn’t touched Davina Rowe either.

The reason he had Davina Rowe please him just now was entirely because her enticing appearance in the Phoenix Plume Pavilion aggravated his eyes; it had been so long since he had seen her, he couldn’t take any provocation.

Leah Thorne’s smile remained unchanged. She knew Charmaine was a good judge of people, and Justin Xavier... indeed had a particularly strong desire. He liked women very much; he liked that kind of thing.

So, it was normal for him to be unable to control himself. After all, he was a normal man, filled with youthful vigor, it was unavoidable.

"President Xavier, you shouldn’t speak too soon. With such a healthy body, your chances of impregnating someone might be surprisingly high, a one-shot success."

Otherwise, how else did she get pregnant when she was eighteen? Just that one time, he got her pregnant.

That child was his eighteenth birthday gift to her.

Justin Xavier thought she was fixated on the "pregnancy" issue, although he still didn’t know why, "I won’t let those women get pregnant. I don’t like children and I won’t want them in the future either."

Justin Xavier spoke the truth, he really didn’t like children. He grew up in darkness, knowing too well the vulnerabilities of children.

What did he say?

He said... he didn’t want children?

Leah Thorne’s neatly combed eyelashes quivered, then she slowly got off the bed and walked up to Justin Xavier. She looked at him, then lifted her hand and fiercely slapped his handsome face.

Slap.

A crisp slap sounded, and Justin Xavier’s face turned to the side.

She hit him so hard that her own palm went numb. She slowly curled her red lips. Since he didn’t want children, why didn’t he wear a condom back then?

At that age, she knew nothing, but he knew everything.

Bastard!

"I’m leaving." Leah Thorne withdrew her small hand and turned to go.

However, she couldn’t leave. Justin Xavier wouldn’t let her go so easily. He grabbed her slender wrist and with a tug, pulled her lithe body into his embrace.

"Explain yourself. Why did you hit me?" His large hand settled on her slender waist, pinching it secretly.

Leah Thorne struggled, his brooding breath brushing against her face, also carrying his gradually rising body heat. This seemingly refined and ascetic man at heart was very dark. When he got angry or when work got busy, it was always accompanied by an intense desire to release on the bed.

Moreover, he really took advantage of every opportunity to take advantage of her.

"Do I need a reason to hit you?" Leah Thorne looked up at him.

Justin Xavier’s breath deepened, his large hand locked onto her slender waist with such strength it seemed as though he wanted to break her soft waist.

Leah Thorne quickly frowned from the pain, "Sorry, President Xavier, I was wrong. Look at my memory, you already have a new lover. No longer the object of your affection, I won’t dare act so wantonly again. Can you let me go now?"

On Justin Xavier’s fair, handsome right face, a clear red palm print had already emerged. No one else in the world could slap him so freely but her.

She said she dared not act wantonly anymore, but he found no one more wanton than her.

"Give me back the photos, and I’ll let you leave," Justin Xavier said, pursing his lips.

Photos...

Photos again...

"I don’t have them," Leah Thorne raised an eyebrow, meaning why don’t you just say what you really want?

Justin Xavier gave her a look saying, this is your words.

In the next second, he lifted his large hand to pull off her sweater.

Today, Leah Thorne wore a white sailor-collared sweater with a floral slip dress underneath, simple yet stylish and charming. He was actually trying to take off her sweater directly.

"Justin Xavier, what are you doing?"

"What do you think I’m doing? Since you won’t give me the photos, I’ll have to... search you!"

Search?

A rush of heat surged to Leah Thorne’s head, "Justin Xavier, did you bring me to your room just to search me? I think the photos are just a pretext. Isn’t there something happening every time we meet? How desperate are you?"