Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1164: I’ll Miss You, Every Day

Dianna smiled imdiately, reaching out her small hand to stroke his handso cheek. Just like yesterday, her soft fingertips gently brushed the stubble on his face.

She really liked this face of his.

She really liked him as a person too.

How could she ever fall for soone else?

Dianna’s bright eyes were watery, and her soft voice held a hint of playful reproach, "I was teasing you, dummy!"

Mort Thorne grabbed her small hand, holding it tightly in his palm, "Dianna, liking soone is a lifelong matter. I won’t allow you to fall for soone else, or I won’t let you go. Of course, I’ll take down your senior first!"

Your senior?

Since he ca in, he hadn’t stopped ntioning this "senior". Dianna laughed, "Officer Thorne, you’re quite the jealous one!"

Mort’s eyes darkened, and he pulled her into his arms with an insistent tug.

Hiss.

At that mont, Dianna let out a pained whimper, her brows knitting together.

Mort’s expression changed, and his deep, cold eyes were filled with sympathy, heartache, and concern. His strong arms wrapped securely around her slender waist, as he asked in a hoarse voice, "What’s wrong?"

He dared to ask what’s wrong?

Dianna waved a small fist and gave him a solid thump, "What do you think?"

Mort raised an eyebrow in understanding, quickly bent down, and lifted the girl in his arms, placing her on the bed, "This is the consequence of you teasing ."

Dianna watched him with a smile, not saying a word.

Standing outside the door before, Mort had been furious, but now looking at her smiling eyes, his anger was replaced by a tender affection, filling his entire robust chest.

Perhaps if she ever cheated on him in the future, a bit of her coquetry would soften him, preventing him from ever wanting to lay a hand on her.

Placing her by the bed, Mort knelt on one knee, holding her delicate, jade-like foot in his rough palm.

She didn’t co down wearing shoes, even though the place was laid with fine wool carpets.

He stretched out his large hand to dust off the dirt from her sole.

Dianna watched him, this six-foot-three man stooping before her, holding her small foot, and she found herself liking him more and more.

More and more reluctant to let him go.

At that mont, Mort leaned down and placed a kiss on her snowy little foot.

"Ah," Dianna let out a soft exclamation, her pale toes curling in shy fear, and she quickly kicked out, swiftly retracting her foot.

How could he...kiss her foot?

So embarrassing.

Dianna’s face flushed red, as red as if blood could drip, and she quickly crawled to the corner of the bed.

Watching her crawl on the bed, Mort stood up, his dark eyes already alight with twin flas.

He moved, wanting to get on the bed too.

But at that mont, the sound of knocking ca from the door, followed by the voice of a maid, "Miss Hollis, your dicine is here."

Soone was coming, and Mort’s eyes quickly flashed with a sharp vigilance; he couldn’t show himself.

"Mort, you should hide," Dianna said aloud.

Mort retreated behind the bed curtains.

At that mont, the door opened, and the maid entered with a bowl of dicine, "Miss Hollis, here is the contraceptive dicine you asked for."

"Alright, give it to , thank you."

The maid left.

Dianna lowered her eyes, sipping the contraceptive dicine in small mouthfuls.

But the herbal dicine was too bitter, and after taking a few sips, Dianna’s brows knitted.

Then, a low voice resonated beside her ear, "You’re taking contraceptive dicine?"

Dianna looked up, eting the dark eyes of the man, his gaze coldly inford, fixed tightly on her and the bowl of contraceptive dicine in her hand.

Was he unhappy?

Dianna looked at him, her voice soft as she asked, "Do you want a child?"

Mort’s hand, buried in his trouser pocket, suddenly clenched. How should he answer?

He did.

He wanted a child.

He wasn’t young anymore and wanted a child of his own.

But Mort looked at her face, so full and vibrant like a flower. She was still so young, only 21; how could she have a child?

Moreover, they were not married yet, and he didn’t want her to be unmarried and pregnant.

Even with all these reasons, seeing her drink contraceptive dicine still made him uncomfortable.

He shook his head, "I don’t want one."

"Oh." Dianna lowered her head and drank the herbal dicine in the bowl, "I was in a risky period yesterday. To be safe, I had Serena brew a bowl of contraceptive dicine."

Her body wasn’t fit for pregnancy right now, and she needed to take contraceptive dicine.

Saying this, Dianna ca to his side, "Take note; this is contraceptive dicine. I am the woman taking it for you!"

She was referring to Kate Lee.

Mort reached out and pulled her into his embrace again, "Dianna, let’s go back ho tomorrow."

"Okay," Dianna agreed willingly; she wanted to tell him about her health condition too.

But before she could open her mouth, Mort continued, "Dianna, I’m sorry, but our wedding plans will have to be delayed. I have a new mission. I’m going away again."

Another new mission?

Dianna had wanted to tell him about her health, but now she didn’t want to say anything at all. Every mission was fraught with danger, and she couldn’t have him distracted because of her.

His body and soul belonged to his beliefs.

"Can I ask, is this mission dangerous?"

"I can’t reveal my identity yet. I’m still Cain Shaw. Following normal procedures, once I return, I’ll be imprisoned. So, Dianna, I won’t be able to be with you for a while."

Is that so...

Dianna’s eyelashes fluttered briefly, then she nodded, "It’s okay, I don’t need you to accompany ."

Mort looked at her, at her fragile shoulders, thinking about how it had been this slender body that drove him wild last night.

Now, with her head bowed, her innocence tugged at his heartstrings, making him want to cherish her even more.

"Don’t you want to avoid prison, to stay with you?" he asked again.

Keeping her head down, Dianna looked at her skirt, "No, go and carry out your mission, don’t worry about . Once I get back, I’ll return to school. It’s graduation season, and I’ll be busy with my thesis and everything else. I might not even have the ti to think about you."

Listening to her words, Mort raised a handso eyebrow, the sternness in his eyes lting into a tender warmth, "But I will think of you every day, every hour, every minute."

Dianna reached out with her small hands and hugged him, "Then...can I visit you? Isn’t it possible to visit in prison?"

Mort didn’t want her to co. He was waiting for Scorpion, and if Scorpion discovered her existence, it would endanger her.

"Not...right now." He refused ruthlessly.

In his arms, Dianna closed her eyes. She sighed and smiled softly, "Alright then, I will dream of you."