Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 897 - 893: What Right Do You Have to Control Me
"Mia Foster, you really need to be taught a lesson!" Felix Shaw suddenly grabbed Mia Foster’s chin, his handsome face close, gritting his teeth, his usual careless demeanor replaced by a terrifying sharpness.
Felix Shaw was the kind of man with sharply defined features. He always appeared nonchalant in front of Mia Foster, his smile carrying a hint of mischief, seemingly without a temper. But once his expression turned cold, the chill on his handsome face seemed to emanate from his very bones, sinister and icy, causing an involuntary shiver.
Looking at the dangerous and fierce man in front of her, Mia Foster felt unfamiliar, an unexplainable fear rising within her, instinctively trying to retreat, only to be pulled back by Felix Shaw. His handsome face pressed close, his thin lips almost touching hers, as he spoke, his voice deliberately lowered and clearly mocking.
"No wonder you like living abroad so much. It turns out... with the emperor far away, even if you put a green hat on me, I’d never know," Felix Shaw’s thin lips curled again as he spoke, a hint of ruthlessness at the corner, suddenly biting Mia Foster’s lips fiercely, demanding, "Isn’t it!"
The suddenly raised voice made Mia Foster instinctively close her eyes and shiver, clearly frightened by Felix Shaw’s fierce demeanor, momentarily forgetting to respond.
Outside the door, Steven British was still knocking and calling, but the two people inside seemed to ignore everything outside as if in a world of their own.
Mia Foster’s lack of response was perceived by Felix Shaw as silent acquiescence, thinking about the times she’d put a green hat on him, the blood rolling in his body roaring with anger, gripping her chin tighter, unwilling to reduce the force even hearing her cry out in pain.
"Mia Foster, be honest with me, how many times have you slept with that foreign devil outside, huh? One year, two years, or were you already hooking up the moment you flew over?"
"Felix Shaw! You bastard!" Humiliated like this, Mia Foster immediately reacted, raising her hand to slap away Felix Shaw’s fingers gripping her chin, her face flushed with anger.
"What right do you have to control me?"
"Right?" Felix Shaw laughed coldly, then suddenly his almond-shaped eyes glared, arm tightening around Mia Foster’s waist, his tone also turning cold and severe. "Mia Foster, don’t you fucking forget, we are not divorced yet! Legally, I, Felix Shaw, am still your husband!"
"So what?" Mia Foster, always the type to stand strong against confrontation, raised her voice, coldly retorting, "Even if I slept with Steven, it’s none of your business. Before pointing fingers at others, look at the stains on yourself first!"
Felix Shaw’s almond-shaped eyes briefly narrowed and then glared, coldly curling his lips, "Mia Foster, you really fucking asked for it!"
With that, he held Mia Foster and walked quickly inside. Mia yelped and began punching and kicking Felix Shaw. "Felix Shaw, what are you doing? Let me go... ah... Steven! Help me..."
Mia Foster’s cries for help were sealed by Felix Shaw’s kiss, as he held her, both falling onto the bed, their combined weight causing the soft mattress to bounce.
