Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 896 - 892: Following to the Hotel!
Mia Foster and Steven British walked hand in hand ahead, while Felix Shaw quietly followed behind. At that moment, he truly admired his extraordinary tolerance, watching his wife stroll hand in hand with a foreigner yet remaining calm enough to follow them.
Perhaps they were tired and wanted to return to the hotel to rest. Upon reaching the busy street, Mia Foster and Steven hailed a taxi. Felix Shaw quickly flagged one down too; it was a crucial moment and he couldn’t afford to lose them, otherwise he would’ve endured all this for nothing.
The taxi stopped in front of an international hotel. Steven got out first and, with a gentlemanly gesture, helped Mia Foster out and walked hand in hand with her up the hotel steps.
Watching them enter the revolving glass doors, Felix Shaw sat in the taxi for a while before getting out and following them. As he headed towards the reception desk, he once again admired his own meticulousness since he had specially brought their marriage certificate along when flying to Paris to show Mia the fashion week.
Placing his ID and marriage certificate on the reception counter, after a brief exchange, the front desk informed him of Mia Foster’s room number.
After slipping the ID and marriage certificate back into his coat pocket, as the elevator doors closed, a dangerous gleam passed through Felix Shaw’s peach-blossom eyes.
That damned woman, running abroad to cuckold him! It seemed he had to teach her a proper lesson, otherwise, she wouldn’t remember!
The elevator stopped at the VIP floor, and the lavish corridor couldn’t conceal the gloom on Felix Shaw’s handsome face.
With steady steps, he walked towards Mia Foster’s room, each step resolute.
Inside the room, Mia Foster was wearing a bathrobe, having just showered, and Steven was dressed similarly. After taking a shower in the adjacent room, he joined Mia Foster to wait for room service to deliver their meal.
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Standing outside the guest room, without hesitating, Felix Shaw rang the doorbell. Inside, the couple thought it was room service bringing their meal, so Steven got up and opened the door.
Seeing the foreigner in a bathrobe in his wife’s room, Felix Shaw felt all his blood rush to his head. Without a moment’s hesitation, even before Steven could react, he grabbed the lapel of the bathrobe and dragged him out of the room, landing a punch!
Blow-drying her hair inside, Mia Foster heard the commotion, put down the dryer, and walked over suspiciously, cursing in English. Felix Shaw pushed open the door and entered, then shut it in Steven’s face, banging it loudly, almost hitting Steven’s prominent nose!
Cursing loudly, Steven pounded on the door. He knew Felix Shaw and was aware that he was Mia Foster’s ex-husband.
"Mia, are you alright? Open the door!"
Inside the room, seeing Felix Shaw appear in front of her, Mia Foster was truly stunned. The latter, after locking the door, didn’t rush forward. With lips curving into a smirk, his slow steps were fraught with danger.
"Mia Foster, you truly need to be taught a lesson."
"Felix Shaw, how did you get here? This is my room, get out immediately!"
Mia Foster, not realizing the danger creeping up on her, frowned and reprimanded with righteous indignation. With a light scoff, Felix Shaw suddenly snatched Mia Foster’s waist. The abruptness of the action nearly caused her to topple over, but thankfully Felix Shaw’s arms were stable and strong, pulling her back. His lips parted slightly, and his smirk was filled with menace.
"I’ve noticed you just can’t be spoiled. The moment you are, you try to take advantage!"
