Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1168: What, You Miss Me?

Justin Xavier quickly took care of the matter, and Leah Thorne came into the hospital room. She gently stroked Dianna Hollis’s hair, "Dianna, do you want to see my brother?"

Dianna’s long eyelashes quivered. It had been a long, long time since she last saw him.

Given her current condition, she didn’t know if she could ever see him again.

Her life was gradually withering away in this cold hospital, waiting for the dawn in every night, loneliness and longing drowning her like a tide. Sometimes she wished that when she opened her eyes, he would already be beside her, giving her a big and strong hug, but he never came.

She knew, she knew he was on a mission, so even if she missed him, she could restrain herself, not daring to be willful, not daring to feel wronged.

"Leah, can I...?" Dianna asked uncertainly.

"Of course you can, Dianna. Let’s go see my brother now!"

...

In the luxury car.

Dianna put down the small mirror in her hand, "Leah, I put on a bit of blush; does it look good?"

Her face was too pale, and she didn’t want Mort Thorne to see her looking so sickly and haggard, so she applied a bit of blush.

She was about to see Mort.

Leah held Dianna’s soft, cold little hand, "Dianna, you look beautiful like this!"

Dianna’s eyes sparkled with a dazzling light, and her smile was very sweet.

Soon they arrived at the prison, and Dianna was waiting. At this moment, a series of strong and powerful footsteps echoed in her ears; Mort had arrived.

Dianna’s heart skipped a beat, and through the glass, she quickly looked at the man.

Mort was wearing a black tank top and black trousers. It seemed he had become more muscular since she last saw him. His arms were bare, shoulders broad, muscles robust, waistline narrow, embodying male tension and masculine power.

He hadn’t changed much, just had grown more stubble on his face. His dark eyes fell deeply and brightly through the glass onto her small face.

Their eyes met, and Dianna’s pale eyes quickly turned red. It had been so long since she last saw him, she missed him so much.

Mort sat down across from her. She saw his excessively stern and masculine features; despite the stubble, he was still extraordinarily handsome.

She reached out with her small hand to pick up the phone, her eyes smiling warmly at him, "Mort, how have you been?"

Mort picked up the phone and heard the girl’s soft and gentle voice coming through from the other end, saying, "Mort, how are you?"

When he was in the border region, he had told her she couldn’t come, fearing she’d be exposed to danger. But yesterday, news came from Justin Xavier, saying he was going to arrange a meeting between him and Dianna. He admitted that at that moment, a tickle rose in his throat, and his heart stirred.

He, too, had not seen her for a long, long time.

Mort looked at the girl through the glass. Today she wore a fringe dress with a cinched waist, covered by an ivory cardigan. Her silky black hair fell gently, and her temple hair was tucked behind snow-white ears, exposing her cool and exquisite face.

Her skin still maintained that lustrous and delicate white sheen, inviting one to take a bite.

In just a few days without seeing her, she seemed to have grown more and become even more beautiful.

Mort lifted his sharp, spirited brows, curling his lips into a smile, "I’m very well, and you?"

How is she?

She’s not well at all.

Dianna looked at him softly, not wanting to say she was good. There is always one person in the world who makes you drop all your strong disguises and show your vulnerable side, someone you want to depend on.

Seeing her silent, Mort frowned slightly, his deep voice somewhat stern, "Did someone bully you?"

Dianna said nothing.

If not for the glass barrier, Mort thought he would have reached out and pulled her onto his lap to kiss her. In prison, everything was fine, except for the absence of a woman.

She was looking so beautiful in front of him, her skin so fair, her whole being so soft.

Mort’s eyes deepened, "What’s wrong? Talk to me!"

Just those few words were full of authority, severe and oppressive.

Dianna felt a warmth in her heart; she just liked his domineering nature.

Right now, she didn’t want to do anything, just wanted to lean into his embrace, where only his presence and his arms gave her a sense of security.

"What would you do if someone bullied me?" she asked.

Mort didn’t even think, "I’d kill him."

"You’re boasting; you can’t even get out now."

Mort’s tightly furrowed eyebrows suddenly relaxed, curving his thin lips into a devilishly charming arc, "What, you miss me?"

No one bullied her; she just missed him, which was why she looked so pitiful. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Yes, she missed him.

She missed him so much.

If only he could be with her in the hospital, that would be wonderful.

Actually, she didn’t want treatment, didn’t want to take medicine, didn’t want to eat. Every night she couldn’t sleep, but she couldn’t tell anyone.

Couldn’t let Leah feel sad, nor let Serena be disappointed.

If he were there, he would surely coax her.

"Yes, Mort, I miss you. Do you miss me?"

Can he not miss her?

He was going crazy, missing her.

Mort’s sharp gaze swept around, seeing other couples visiting each other, everyone casting glances their way.

A 35-year-old man and a 21-year-old girl, incessantly asking if he misses her.

Their gazes filled with doubt.

Mort was a straightforward guy, rarely sweet-talking, but caught under everyone’s watchful eyes, his charming face got a bit tense.

"Mort, say you miss me; I want to hear it," Dianna said.

Mort’s rough and rugged profile immediately darkened, reprimanding displeased, "Dianna, stop it."

Oh.

So be it then.

"Take care inside; I won’t bother you again. I’m leaving." With that, Dianna abruptly hung up the phone and turned to leave.

She left?

She actually just left like that?

Her delicate figure quickly vanished from sight, and Mort’s rough big hand still held the phone, listening to the "beep beep" busy signal from the other end, his heart suddenly felt hollow, painfully empty.

What’s wrong with her?

...

Mort returned to his cell. His neighbor had also just finished with visiting hours and approached Mort for a chat, "Buddy, who was that little girl who came for you, your girlfriend?"

Mort lazily lay on the wooden bed, resting his strong arms behind his head, his muscular long legs crossed and swinging idly.

"My woman," he answered curtly.

"Wow, buddy, that girl may be 18, and you snagged a young and fresh belle like her?" the neighbor’s admiration and envy were like a surging river.

Mort raised his sharp, spirited brows, not responding.

"But buddy, I think you just made that girl angry; she might not bother with you anymore."

Not bother with him?

Mort’s thin lips twitched, asserting, "She won’t."

She wouldn’t ignore him.