Dianna read the text ssage twice before opening the door.
She opened the door.
Oh my God.
He actually ca.
He was right outside her door.
Dianna didn’t even bother putting on shoes, she dashed to the door and flung it open.
Standing outside was a tall and strong figure, like a guardian at the door, backlit by the light.
It really was Mort Thorne.
Looking at him, Dianna snorted, "What are you doing here? Didn’t lissa let you stay in the hotel room overnight?"
She was still holding the door, not letting him in.
Mort extended his broad hand to push the door open, stepped inside with his long legs, and then closed the door behind him with a backward motion.
The action was straightforward and domineering.
His strong back gently leaned against the door, and he smiled, "If I did, soone would be crying."
"I won’t cry!" Though Dianna said that, she felt happy inside.
Mort glanced down and saw her bare feet, his heroic eyebrows knitting together tightly, "Why are you barefoot?"
He wrapped his strong arm around her slim waist, gently lifting her, and effortlessly picked her up.
Dianna quickly wrapped her small arms around his neck.
"Holding on so tight?" Mort chuckled, bending down to kiss her forehead gently.
Dianna hugged him even tighter, murmuring, "I thought you didn’t want anymore."
The word "again" tightened Mort’s heart, he held her firmly with his strong arm, clutching her forcefully, "Do you really like that much?"
Now he had nothing, with his right leg still limping, while she was only 24 years old, why did she like him so much?
"Don’t you have any idea of how much I like you?" Dianna looked at him with bright eyes.
In this mont, Mort felt as if he had gone back to the old days, those sunny, carefree old days that he thought had long departed during these three years. But now, as he turned back, he realized everything was still there.
She was still there.
She was still the girl in his mory, his most beloved one, with her curving brows and starry eyes full of intense love for him, and in her eyes, he saw himself entirely.
Mort’s handso eyebrows softened, "I got you a gift, it’s in my pocket, you can take it yourself."
He actually bought her a gift?
Dianna’s eyes sparkled, she quickly reached her small hand into his pocket, "What kind of gift?"
Through the thin fabric, her soft hand touched the strong muscles of his thigh, making his waist and abdon stiffen.
Then Dianna found the gift, took it out, in her hand was a lipstick.
He gave her lipstick as a gift.
A man buying a woman lipstick.
Dianna’s eyes glinted with amusent, she played with the lipstick in her hand lovingly, her voice sweet and delicate, "How much did this cost?"
"Not much, 3999."
What?
Dianna took a deep breath, "Your salary is only 4000, and you spent 3999 on a lipstick? Mort, are you crazy?"
She glared at him angrily.
Mort said, "Go put it on and show ."
Dianna was angry, he was wasting money, spending a month’s salary on this, he wasn’t like he used to be, in these three years, sending children from the mountains to Aethelgard for college, he hadn’t saved a penny.
"I won’t."
"Not listening?" he muttered a curse, squeezing her waist hard with his big hand.
Dianna winced in pain, her slender body twisting like a little watersnake away from his arms. She put on her slippers and walked to the vanity, opening the lipstick.
She applied a bit to her lower lip, and then pressed them open. The pure red was very pignted, she dabbed so with her fingers and then added another layer, a pure yet glamorous lip bite stain.
She lifted her eyes, looking at herself in the mirror, her lip line delicate, like hibiscus flowers, so she usually didn’t wear lipstick.
Now with lipstick on, it made her skin seem snow-white, her beauty captivating.
She turned, looking at him with sparkling eyes, "Does it look good?"
Mort walked over with long strides, then with his big hands cradled her small face, and lowered his head to kiss her.
Her lipstick, her soft lips all lted on his tongue, too sweet to bear.
Ugh!
Dianna quickly pushed against his chest, "Don’t kiss, I just applied it."
"I bought lipstick to taste it."
"..."
He wanted to kiss her again, and Dianna turned her face to the side to avoid him, "I want to ask, why did you give lipstick?"
Out of so many gifts, he chose lipstick.
"Originally, I wanted to buy sothing else, but I ran out of money."
"..."
At this mont, shouldn’t he say sothing sweet or romantic?
Mort, who never played by the rules.
Alright, he wasn’t the domineering CEO type anyway.
As Mort leaned in for a kiss, Dianna didn’t avoid him, letting him catch her. She stuck her small hand into his pocket again, finding only one coin left.
She clenched the coin tightly in her palm, suddenly feeling a pang in her heart.
Her Mort shouldn’t live like this.
Just then, she heard a low curse near her ear, "Have you had enough feeling around in my pocket?"
Dianna blushed, reflexively withdrawing her hand.
Then everything spun around, Mort lifted her horizontally, striding over to the couch and throwing her onto it.
Dianna tried to get up, but in the next second, the black shadow pressed down on her, the rich, clean masculine scent overwhelming all her senses.
They kissed.
As Dianna had been holding onto the lipstick, when the man started to tug at her clothes, the lipstick fell directly on the carpet.
"My lipstick!"
She leaned over to see, the lipstick had broken into two pieces on the carpet.
Dianna felt a pang in her heart, oh my God, her 3999 lipstick!
She reached to pick it up.
But the next mont, the man turned her face back with his hand, "What’s there to call for, it’s broken and it’s broken."
"But..."
"Don’t talk!" he interrupted her hoarsely, "Tell , I need you to tell in your own words, your marriage with Raymond is fake, right?"
He finally asked, unable to wait any longer.
Dianna raised an eyebrow, "Yes, my marriage with Raymond is fake. I said I would never marry anyone else in this life, except..."
"Except for whom?"
"Except... you."
Mort closed his eyes and then opened them again, his muscular chest heaving, his eyes dyed red, he reached up and yanked the red string from his neck, pulling out a diamond ring.
"Dianna, can I put it on for you?" Mort held Dianna’s small hand, but he didn’t dare put it on rashly, so he cautiously asked her.
Before Dianna could speak, Mort continued, "You should think it over, because, I’ll only give you one chance to consider it. If you agree, you can’t go back on it, because, a military marriage is for life, nobody is allowed to back out."
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