Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1212: I Can Stand Beside You Through Storms
"Dianna, you can see my current situation, my right leg is crippled, I have nothing to my name. If you stay with me, there might be danger, but," Mort Thorne placed her small hand on his heart, "in here, there’s only you. As long as you’re willing to be with me, I’ll give my all, love you with my whole life, and never let you suffer any grievance."
Was this his marriage proposal?
Dianna Hollis admitted that she was moved by it. He didn’t say sweet words; his sweet words were his lifetime promise. She was willing to give herself to him.
Dianna Hollis stretched out her small hand, "Mort, put it on now, immediately, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long."
Mort quickly slid the ring onto the ring finger of her right hand, then lowered his head and kissed her.
This moment was too blissful.
He had never thought he could have such happiness again.
Dianna Hollis knew that this lipstick was considered ruined.
...
Two hours later.
Lying on the bed, Dianna opened her eyes weakly, feeling as if she had died once.
Mort was not in the room; he had gone out.
Dianna forced herself to get out of bed; she opened the window to disperse the ambiguity in the room. The sheets couldn’t be used, so she tore off the old sheets and replaced them with new ones.
She held the old sheets and walked out of the room.
As she stepped out, she saw a tall and strong figure in the kitchen. Mort was cooking. He had taken a shower, but there were no men’s clothes here, so he was still wearing that dark blue T-shirt. He had removed the prosthetic from his black long pants, leaving the right pant leg empty.
However, this did not affect the man’s graceful actions in the slightest; instead, it added a rugged and mature charm, making him particularly alluring.
Dianna walked over quietly and hugged him from behind, her fair little hand reaching through the pants leg to touch his amputation, "Mort, how did you lose your leg?"
Mort was stirring the pan with a spatula; when it came to his amputated right leg, he showed no expression, "Want to know?" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
"You can’t tell me, right?"
He had many secrets, his identity, his mysterious death three years ago, his amputated right leg...
But he couldn’t tell her any of these.
Mort picked up a pair of chopsticks, clamped a piece of shrimp, and brought it to her lips, "You ask even though you know? Try the taste."
"Oh." Dianna obediently opened her small mouth and ate the shrimp.
The next second, she quickly furrowed her brows, "It’s so salty, did you put too much salt?"
Mort himself tasted a piece of shrimp; indeed, he had put too much salt.
He was not good at cooking, but over the past three years in the mountains, he had started learning. Unfortunately, his culinary skills had not improved.
He was born to be a warrior, not suited for kitchen work.
"I’ll pour it out and make it again." Mort was about to dispose of the shrimp.
Dianna quickly stopped him, "Pouring it out is such a waste. It doesn’t matter if it’s salty, just add some sugar."
As she spoke, she added some sugar in.
Mort used the chopsticks to take another bite of the shrimp, chewed a bit, "Did you put too much sugar?"
"Let me try."
Dianna tried it herself, her brows furrowing again. She had indeed added too much sugar, combined with his excess salt, the taste was peculiar, quite intense.
Dianna put down the chopsticks and sheepishly stuck out her little pink tongue at him, "Heh, heh, I can’t cook either."
Mort rubbed her hair lightly, "If you can’t cook, that’s fine. Although my cooking is not good, at least if you’re with me, you won’t starve."
Dianna was overjoyed, quickly hugging his strong arm, "But your cooking is so bad, how am I supposed to eat it?"
Mort squinted his brown eyes quickly, little brat, feeding her was already good enough, and she still dared to complain.
He raised his hand, ready to knock her lightly.
Dianna swiftly burrowed into his embrace, laughing sweetly, "Since your cooking is so poor, I have to work hard to learn how to cook. Comrade Mort, let’s improve together in the future."
How could she let him cook alone?
She would try hard too.
In his arms, soft as jade, Mort slowly relaxed his furrowed brow, a smile curling his lips. Silly girl, so considerate...
...
The next day.
Dianna had just woken up when she received a call from Scorpio.
Mort put on his pants, casually smiling, "Where did Scorpio invite you to play this time?"
Dianna looked back, raising the phone in her hand, "This time, Scorpio invited me to his room tonight."
Mort’s deep eyes moved, instantly pressing his thin lips into a straight line.
"Mort, that seal must be on Scorpio, either in his room or on him. Tonight, I can get close to him, and I’ll definitely bring that seal out."
Mort’s eyes were very dark, with small whirlpools of danger gathering inside. He glanced at her once, then turned around and walked away.
"Mort," Dianna ran up and hugged him from behind, "Are you worried about me?"
Mort fastened the black belt around his strong waist, his bangs covering his deep eyes. He spoke slowly, "As you said, I know you’re the most suitable person. Publicly, I shouldn’t stop you, but privately, you’re my woman, I don’t want..."
"Shh." Dianna quickly covered his thin lips and lifted herself on her toes, pressing her red lips to his nose, then whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Mort, remember, I don’t need you to protect me. I’ve grown up, strong enough to stand by your side and face challenges together. Tonight, not only will I complete the mission, more importantly, I’ll protect myself. I won’t let anyone insult me, I’m just yours."
He had his national duties; she had said she wouldn’t be his burden or hindrance.
He would defend his country, and she would love him.
Mort extended his large hand to clasp her slender waist, "When you’re with me, anything I have, I’ll give to you. But... I’m not only yours..."
He wasn’t only hers.
So, he would often leave her side, leaving her alone.
Perhaps, this was when she was most in danger.
Dianna trembled her long lashes, extending her fair little hand to touch the place over his heart, feeling the strong thud that numbed the palm of her hand.
She feigned a sigh, "Ah, what can I do? Who told me to fall in love with a hero? As long as in here, I’m the only one, it’s enough."
Mort grasped her soft, boneless hand, holding it tightly, "Maybe I’ll be late, but I’ll never be absent. If there’s danger, I’ll definitely come to find you. Until I arrive, protect yourself."
"Okay, got it." Dianna nodded obediently. She suddenly remembered something, "Right, there’s danger tonight, send someone to fetch Lady Snow from there. As soon as Scorpio recovers, he’ll definitely go to her first."
