The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 899 Entering Her Room At Night

Damien gazed at her. She already knew that he liked her now. There was a bit of pride in her shining

eyes, and her small shoulder was raised like a little fox.

Damien pursed his lips, “Get off my thighs!”

When he suddenly shouted, Joyce quickly stood up.

Damien glared at her coldly, then walked out of the luxurious room and disappeared from everyone’s

sight.

Joyce led the drunk Dutton back to the presidential suite.

Dutton’s legs softened, as he knelt on the floor.

Joyce already had a ruler in her hand. She looked at Dutton, “Stretch out your hand!” she ordered.

Dutton was drunk, but at this moment, he was so frightened that half of the tipsiness immediately

disappeared. He looked at Joyce, and was about to cry.

Back then, Joyce fled to Imperial and had a daughter out of wedlock.

More than a decade ago, Dutton was still a nobleman. At that time, Mrs. Green was still alive, and

Joyce returned to Visionary, ushering in the most difficult year for Visionary.

That year, the entire sea froze. The entire country was frozen.

Joyce thought of a lot of ways out, but she could not get through the sea transportation line alone, so

she found Mrs. Green.

She had once rescued Mrs. Green. And Mrs. Green had agreed to help, but on the condition that she

must marry Dutton

Joyce had also been mischievous when she was young. She used the shortest time to walk the path

that a woman should walk, and did not miss any wonderful moments. After so many years, she was in

her own place. She was diligent and worked hard to support the people of Visionary.

At that time, she was faced with a choice. Should she sell herself?

Joyce chose not to.

She bore all the responsibilities and shackles that fate had presented to her, and she never succumbed

to fate.

She told Mrs. Green that she would not marry her son, that it would not be beneficial to her, However,

she could sell her freedom to her, and be a slave to the Green family for twenty years.

In the end, she and Mrs. Green signed a contract.

Mrs. Green had passed away a few years ago, but Joyce was grateful for their relationship back then.

and could not let the Green family perish under Dutton’s care. Thus, she developed Dutton into her

own downline and made him follow her. She ventured into some business to ensure that he can eat,

drink, play, and be rich and prosperous for the rest of his life.

However, Dutton had been coveting Joyce’s beauty for a long time. There was a beautiful women

before him, how could he not be tempted?

Dutton was really scared now. He felt that Joyce was even scarler than his mother.

“Why did you turn over here? And you actually treat your young master this way? Presumptuous!”

Joyce was angry when she saw that he could not say anything properly. She lifted the board and

Chapter 850 Entering Her Room At Night

slammed it on Dutton’s arm.

Dutton screamed.

The sound insulation was very good, but passers–by outside had already heard Dutton’s loud howl

“Joyce, your contract of selling yourself hasn’t expired yet.”

“Joyce, don’t…don’t hit me, it hurts!”

“Aunt, little aunt, it’s all my fault. I won’t talk nonsense in the future. You’re not my wife, spare me!”

“Mom, don’t sleep, quickly save me!” Dutton cried out in fright.

Damien returned to his room. Soon, there was a knock on the door. The private secretary respectfully

said from outside, “CEO.”

“Come in.”

The private secretary pushed open the door and reported in a low voice, “CEO, Miss Brown took the

drunk Dutton back to the presidential suite. The two of them have not come out for more than half an

hour. It is very likely that they will spend the night together.” The secretary reported.

Damien stood handsomely in front of the floor–to–ceiling window, his face was gloomy and uncertain.

All he could think about was what they were doing at the moment.

Did she climb onto Dutton’s body with enthusiasm?

She and Dutton were married, and they would definitely have a pleasant night life.

Damien narrowed his handsome eyes, and really wanted to throw Joyce’s face out of his mind.

As long as he uttered a word, a lot of girls would be on his bed.

However, after all, they were not Joyce.

Damien’s chest panted for a while, then he turned around and went out.

Damien came to Joyce’s room. The private secretary took the room card and swiped open the room

door. Damien walked in.

He looked at the big bed in the room and saw Dutton.

At this moment, Dutton laid on the bed, as if he had already fallen asleep.

What Damien did not know was that Dutton had fainted from fright.

Where was Joyce!

Damien soon heard the sound of water flowing in the bathroom. Joyce was taking a bath inside.

Damien walked over and pushed open the bathroom door. The next second, he saw Joyce, who was

bathing in milk and rose petals.

Joyce was quite relaxed, and she was humming a little song.

Damien listened to it, and then she hummed a particular song which was titled, “Take Off“.

“Take off your coat, take off your shirt, take it off, take it off!” The lyrics read.

Damien calmly listened to her, as she sang.

Author’s daily story.

On Annabelle’s 18th birthday, it was her and Alpha’s third year together.

After the birthday party. Alpha drove Annabelle home. Annabelle looked at the road outside, “Alpha, did

you take the wrong path?” She inquired.

Alpha held the steering wheel and looked at her. “Tonight, can you not go home?”

She was eighteen years old.

Annabelle’s heart skipped a beat and she suddenly became nervous. She knew that what was

supposed to come had already arrived. He had endured very hard for the past two years.

At this moment, the luxurious car stopped at the entrance of a six–star hotel. Alpha helped. unfastened

her seat belt. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t do anything.”

Annabelle blushed and nodded, “Okay.”

Alpha held her little hand and led her into the hotel. This was the first time they had gotten a room

outside.

The two of them took a shower, then Alpha fell asleep on the sofa, while Annabelle slept on the big

bed.

Alpha tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Everyone knew what was in their hearts.

At this moment, he moved, as a soft and boneless body crawled up from his blanket.

Alpha’s throat tightened.

Annabelle was lying in his embrace. She bit her red lips and said timidly, “Alpha, I’ll give myself to you.

You marry me, okay?”