Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1237: Mort Thorne Arrives
"Mort Thorne!"
Dianna called out.
Mort Thorne stopped in his tracks.
Dianna quickly rushed from behind, stretched out her little hands, and embraced his firm waist.
She hugged him from behind.
Mort Thorne’s footsteps faltered and he stopped.
"Mort Thorne," Dianna pressed her small face against his broad back and rubbed it gently, like a spoiled cat, "I miss you, I really really miss you. Do you... miss me?"
Mort Thorne’s entire body stiffened, the sturdy muscles under his thin shirt tightened up piece by piece, like a fortress.
Behind him, she was pressing her fragrant and soft body against his, whispering tender confessions in his ear.
Miss!
How could he not miss her?
He was on the verge of going crazy missing her.
His heart and mind were filled with her.
He desperately wanted to turn around, pull her into his arms, and merge her into his very bones.
But not yet.
Dianna quietly embraced him, feeling his stable and warm body temperature; in this moment, the world seemed to quiet down, so wonderfully.
"Mort Thorne, I’m okay with just hugging you. Go ahead and do what you need to, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine."
Dianna released her little hands, then turned and left.
She walked away.
Mort Thorne lingered for a moment before heading to the restroom. He lowered his head; in his palm lay a small note.
She had slipped it to him earlier.
He slowly unfolded it, and on the note, in delicate handwriting, it read: 8 p.m. tomorrow night, xx Hotel, Room 008, I’ll be waiting for you.
Tomorrow night, an invitation from a lovely lady.
She invited him to a hotel room.
Mort Thorne leaned idly against the door, clutching the note in his palm. He raised his eyebrows, revealing a lingering smile.
...
After returning home, Dianna stayed with Dotty all along and even personally cooked delicious food for her.
Dianna and Jodie Young were busy in the kitchen when Dotty ran over from the living room, saying in her childish voice, "Mommy~ Mommy~"
"What’s up, Dotty?"
"Mommy, there’s a really tall and handsome uncle on TV~"
"Uncle? What uncle?" Dianna thought Dotty might have been captivated by some idol drama’s long-legged oppa, and she ruffled Dotty’s long hair.
Dotty pulled Dianna’s hand, "Mommy, come over, let me show you~"
"Alright."
Dianna followed Dotty into the living room, where Dotty pointed at the TV, "Mommy look, it’s that uncle, he’s so handsome~"
Dianna looked up, and on the TV was... Mort Thorne.
It was the military news channel, and newly appointed Commander Mort Thorne appeared on camera, looking so handsome in military attire that it was mesmerizing.
Dianna truly hadn’t expected Dotty would be drawn to her own daddy.
"Mommy, Mommy, the uncle is so handsome. Mommy, you used to say my daddy is the most handsome man in the world. So where is my daddy now?" Dotty blinked her big gleaming eyes and asked.
A child’s world is the simplest and purest. For these three years, Dotty frequently asked about her daddy, and Dianna never kept anything from her.
Dianna consistently told Dotty that her daddy was tall and handsome, and a soldier too, defending the country. Daddy couldn’t be with Dotty because he was too busy with work. Once Dotty grew up, she could go find her daddy.
So even though Mort Thorne hadn’t been by Dotty’s side these past three years, Dotty never lacked love; she knew her daddy was the best.
Now, seeing Mort Thorne on TV, Dotty couldn’t help but think of her daddy.
That’s when Jodie Young came over, frowned and said, "Dianna, are you still planning to hide this from Dotty?"
No more hiding.
Dianna had already planned to send Dotty to Mort Thorne’s side.
Dianna squatted down, gently hugged Dotty, "Dotty, the man on TV is your daddy, your daddy’s name is Mort Thorne!"
...
In the evening, Room 008.
Dianna was sitting at the bedside, glanced at the time—it was exactly 8 p.m.
He hadn’t arrived yet.
He wouldn’t just not come, would he?
Biting her flushed lower lip with her pearly white teeth, Dianna felt uneasy for a moment. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
He was a commander now, what if he had something important like a meeting?
While she was overthinking, there was a "ding" as the room doorbell rang.
Someone was knocking.
Dianna’s eyes lit up, for she knew he had come.
She swiftly ran over to the door and pulled it open.
Outside the door stood a tall and strong figure. It was truly Mort Thorne; Mort Thorne had arrived.
"You’re here?" she looked at him joyfully.
With the difference in their height and now their status, Mort Thorne looked down at her, somewhat high above, his gaze deep and heatedly locked on her, then replied, "Hm."
Dianna quickly stepped aside, letting him come in.
Mort Thorne walked inside.
Dianna closed the door.
Mort Thorne raised his hand, took off his gray coat, revealing the camo uniform underneath. He was all in camouflage, just out from the military unit, perhaps from recent training with sweat on the uniform, traces of dust, a fresh scent similar to olives, and a waft of manly sweat.
This man’s hormones were too wild and intense; Dianna’s small face instantly reddened and her heart raced.
At this point, Mort Thorne turned his tall body around, looked at her, "I’m going to take a shower first."
"Hm." She responded absent-mindedly, then suddenly reacted, "Ah?"
Why was he taking a shower?
The girl slightly parted her flushed lips, her black and white eyes filled with confusion, looking adorably naive yet alluring.
Mort Thorne slowly curved his thin lips, long eyebrows shimmering with ripples, exuding mature man’s seductive charm, "What’s with the silliness?"
His voice was low and magnetic, carrying gentle affection, resonating with the utmost sleekness.
Dianna thought her ears might become pregnant; she waved her hand, her small face blushing as she explained, "I invited you to the hotel not... not for that, you don’t need to... take a shower..."
Mort Thorne raised his handsome brows, feigning ignorance, "What do you mean by that?"
"I..."
"I’m just going to take a shower, what does it have to do with that?"
"..."
Dianna’s small face flushed as if it could drip blood; the more she tried to explain, the more embarrassing it became.
This seemed like she was inviting him for a room stay.
But, that was not the case at all.
She definitely didn’t intend that.
She was pregnant with little Mort Thorne, and the doctor had advised against relations in the first trimester.
Her small hands squeezed her dress’s hem, her lashes fluttering as she stole a glance at him.
With that glance, she realized he had been watching her all along.
Mort Thorne casually put a hand in his pant pocket, his eyes fixed on her. Her ashamedly beautiful demeanor evoked teasing and jest from him, the depths of his gaze heated profoundly.
His gaze was like molten lava, about to burn and melt her.
