Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1229: Dating

"Mort, look, so many beautiful girls are looking at you!"

It was a loaded question, Mort Thorne kept his gaze straight ahead, "I’m blind."

"..."

Dianna Hollis quickly cupped his handsome face with her small hands, her soft fingertips stroking his stubbly chin, imitating his tone with a playful voice, "Be serious, I’m talking business here, don’t try to fool me!"

Ever since being with her, Mort Thorne had gotten used to a girl’s capriciousness.

Other men might sweet-talk their way through, but he raised a sharp brow and brought his large palm down hard on her petite bottom, "Did you want trouble tonight?"

"..."

Dianna’s palm-sized face instantly turned red; the hugging position didn’t feel off before, but now it all felt wrong.

"Put me down!"

"Trouble?"

"No, I want to change this hugging posture!" Dianna insisted, blushing.

Mort Thorne pursed his thin lips, clasped her slender waist with both large hands, and lifted her onto his broad, sturdy shoulder, letting her ride on top.

"Oh my, so handsome."

"I feel like I’m going to faint from all the handsomeness."...

The girls all screamed as Mort Thorne effortlessly lifted Dianna Hollis onto his shoulder.

Dianna hadn’t expected him to change to this position; she felt immersed in a jar of honey, wondering how this could be so sweet?

Just now, lifting her ninety pounds onto his shoulder, the action was smooth and dashing, dating such a strong and manly man, though he’s a bit older, truth be told, he really cares.

"Hey, is it okay to ride on your shoulder like this?" Dianna pouted.

"Why not?" Mort Thorne replied matter-of-factly.

"..."

That man!

Dianna secretly smiled, now she’s so high up, atop Mort’s six-foot-three frame, it’s as if she’s viewing the world from a giant’s shoulders.

She slowly lifted her small hands, spreading her arms, such a thrilling and pleasant sensation.

She was about to close her eyes when the man sped up his pace and began to run.

"Ah!"

Dianna screamed in fright, her small hands running through his short hair, clutching tightly, "You did that on purpose!"

"Coward!" Mort Thorne mocked her mercilessly.

"I’m not a coward!"

"Really?"

Mort Thorne suddenly took off running.

He ran like an arrow, Dianna felt as if she’d fall off at any moment, "Ah!"

He ran the whole way, while she screamed joyfully, like silver bells ringing, echoing in the night sky...

Meanwhile, a luxury car drove slowly along the street, the driver up front asked, "Madam, where are we heading now?"

In the back seat, Jodie Young looked through the polished window at the scene on the street, Dianna riding on Mort Thorne’s shoulders as they ran, with laughter all the way.

Yes, Jodie Young was here; something happened to her daughter, she couldn’t not come.

She actually knew everything; she was aware Dianna and Raymond Alden were in a sham marriage.

Three years ago, Dianna attempted suicide at Mort Thorne’s grave. After being rescued, she joined FIU and married Raymond, though Dianna never mentioned anything, Jodie Young knew it all.

Jodie Young’s eyes suddenly brimmed with tears, she covered her mouth with one hand, and hot tears fell instantly.

What was this feeling?

Her daughter’s moment of happiness as a mother, was she pleased?

No.

She always thought Mort Thorne was unworthy of her daughter.

Mort Thorne, that persistent shadow, never dying!

Perhaps it’s a sense of... woman’s envy, jealousy.

Yes, she envied, she was jealous.

She spent most of her life longing, yet never getting what she desired, shaping her life into this.

Now Dianna is cherished by Mort, her laughter, her joyous demeanor, how beautiful, beautiful enough to stir longing in one’s heart.

She had never seen Dianna laugh like this.

Dianna was never this happy before.

She failed as a woman, a wife, a mother.

Jodie Young saw in Dianna’s face a shadow of her past self, she too was joyous in the early years of her marriage with Julian Carter, being cherished and laughing into the wind.

Jodie Young didn’t know what was wrong with her, maybe she was getting older, always dreaming of the past, always reminiscing.

Jodie couldn’t hold back any longer, she buried her face in her hands, tears streaming down, because at this moment she finally understood, she lost that happiness, lost that person, and lost herself.

After who knows how long she cried, Jodie stopped shedding tears, hoarsely saying, "Back to the hotel, Dot should be getting anxious."

Dot came too, Jodie brought Dot along.

...

Mort Thorne and Dianna Hollis returned to the apartment, a figure was standing at the apartment door; it was Julian Carter.

Dianna was still perched on Mort’s shoulder, Julian looking at them.

Dianna’s face flushed, she scrambled, "Put me down!"

Mort Thorne set Dianna down, she glanced at Julian, eyes evading, "Commander, why are you here?"

Julian held up a bottle of wine, "Dianna, you said you’d invite me to dinner, I’ve come to crash dinner tonight."

"Ah?" Dianna was taken aback, she hadn’t prepared anything.

Julian laughed, "What, not welcoming me as a third wheel?"

Julian gave Mort Thorne a glance.

Dianna’s face turned even redder from the jesting, she took out a key to open the apartment door, "Commander, come in; I’ll check what ingredients are in the fridge, won’t mind a simple meal, will you? I’ll treat you to a feast another day!"

In country Z, this Commander kindly invited her to the military mess, the food there was truly delicious.

"Alright, let’s keep it simple, whatever you can cook, we’ll eat."

Dianna quickly ran to the kitchen and started to get busy.

Mort Thorne watched the girl bustling around, furrowing his brows, "Old man, don’t you have food to eat where you’re at, barging in here for what?"

"..."

Julian patted Mort’s shoulder, "Never realized, you can keep up with the trends, even dating like the young folks."

"..."

The two exchanged quips, then entered the living room.

...

In the living room, Mort Thorne and Julian faced each other on the couch.

Julian took a sip of tea, then looked at Mort, "The mole hasn’t been found yet, have you doubted me?"

Mort Thorne smirked and scoffed, a fleeting sharp glint in his deep eyes, immensely sinister, "Has the old man fallen to such lows?"

Julian chuckled, he hadn’t misjudged this man, calmly resolute, clear-minded, wise beyond measure.

Mort Thorne squinted his deep-set eyes, "Do you have a clue who the mole is?"

Julian set down his teacup, "I get what you mean, you suspect Melissa, but Melissa lacks the capability unless she has an accomplice, and that accomplice must be someone by my side."