Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1244: Pregnant Again!
Justin Xavier nodded, "Don’t worry."
Mort Thorne glanced at Dianna Hollis, wanting to say something, but his thin lips moved without uttering a word. Then, he curled his lips into a smile at her.
He smiled at her, so gently.
Dianna Hollis felt a sudden pain in her heart, as if something had cracked.
At this moment, Mort Thorne turned around and left.
He stepped away, disappearing slowly from her sight, Dianna Hollis’s eyes heated up, and large tears fell down.
She always thought she was brave.
Actually, she wasn’t.
She couldn’t bear to let him go.
"Mort Thorne!"
She called out once, then dashed out from under the umbrella, rushing forward, and embraced his strong waist from behind.
Mort Thorne stopped, stretched his broad palm out, tucked it into his sleeve, mixing with rainwater and the warm temperature of his palm, and tightly gripped her soft little hand, "With you like this, I can’t leave."
His deep voice overflowed with faint helplessness and affection.
"Mort Thorne, kneel down and propose to me!" The girl’s soft, choking voice suddenly rang in his ear.
Mort Thorne froze, slowly turning around.
Dianna Hollis reached out and pulled off the red string hanging around her slender neck, the diamond ring on the string shining brightly.
She stuffed the red string into his palm, her vision blurred by rain or tears, she lifted her small head to look at him, "Propose to me, hurry, right now, I’ve waited so long, I don’t want to wait anymore."
Mort Thorne’s eyes deepened, caught off guard by her sudden action, he cursed lowly, "Damn, little brat!"
The next second, he took the diamond ring and knelt down on one knee, "Dianna Hollis, marry me, I will treat you well with all my heart and soul. If you dare not to agree, watch me do something to you!"
This was Mort Thorne’s proposal, not full of sweet words, only full of roguish spirit.
Dianna Hollis curled her lips into a smile, smiling through her tears, she often dreamt of becoming his wife in her dreams.
She had reached the end of this path, reaching fulfillment at this moment.
"I agree!"
Three simple words filled her heart with joy.
He felt the same.
Mort Thorne fit the diamond ring on her finger.
But Dianna Hollis retracted her hand, not allowing him to put it on, "Keep this ring, put it on me when you return."
Mort Thorne raised a brow, "Alright."
He stood up, tucked the ring into his pants pocket, "Let’s go."
"Yeah, I’m leaving."
Dianna Hollis looked at his face, her small hand curled up, she so wished she could touch his face at this moment, but she didn’t.
She directly turned around, stepped away, and walked forward.
He had said, always look ahead, don’t turn back.
Justin Xavier personally opened the rear car door, Mort Thorne watched Dianna Hollis’s slender figure lowering down, preparing to get in the car.
"Mort Thorne." At this moment, Dianna Hollis suddenly spoke, softly calling him.
Mort Thorne’s sharply angled brows raised, despite having a dark face, the whole person seemed spirited, little brat, being so wordy, is it over yet, so annoying.
He didn’t speak, but his gaze slowly shifted down, as he saw her reaching out her slender white hand and gently placing it on her flat abdomen.
Mort Thorne’s heart tightened, his prominent adam’s apple immediately moved.
Why is she touching her stomach for no reason?
Dianna Hollis looked at him, speaking gently, "Mort Thorne, I forgot to tell you something, I’m pregnant again."
As her words fell, Mort Thorne’s black pupils shrunk abruptly, what did she say?
She’s pregnant?
She’s pregnant again?
Dark circles tinged with crimson, his body muscles hard as iron, he immediately sprinted towards her.
"Mort Thorne, Dotty and the baby are waiting for you outside, you must come back."
Dianna Hollis got in the car, the luxury car sped away.
Mort Thorne ran mid-way, couldn’t catch up, watched her leave with eyes wide open.
Damn, little brat, couldn’t you have said earlier!
Carrying his seed, impressive, isn’t it.
Mort Thorne stood with hands on hips, spinning a few circles in place, then reached up to touch his head, how did she get pregnant?
Just those few nights, her whole body delicate, unwilling to give even one more time.
But she got pregnant!
He had just seen Dotty, not yet recovered from the joy of having a daughter, and she got pregnant again.
He’s almost forty, had thought if her belly couldn’t bear fruit forget it, raising her as a daughter was fine.
But she’s so impressive for him, giving him face.
She’s pregnant again!
He’s going to be a dad again!
Mort Thorne’s heart blossomed with joy, earlier he didn’t get to properly embrace her, squeeze her, didn’t get to touch her precious belly! 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
At this moment, he heard giggling, Mort Thorne looked up, seeing Charles Bishop and Crimson Eye Soldier watching him with smiles.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Reporting to the head, congratulations on becoming a father!"
Mort Thorne raised his sharply angled brows, see, he didn’t mishear, she was really pregnant.
This feeling of having a wife and kids was wonderful, with warmth in his heart.
"Laugh more? Want to increase your load for tomorrow’s cross-country?"
"Head, spare us!"
Mort Thorne scoffed, look at these birds, so promising!
...
In the forest.
Mort Thorne followed the car skid marks searching, no one knew this forest better than him, he had fought here for years, a dark messenger of this place.
Then he suddenly saw the overturned car ahead, along with a pool of blood.
Found it.
"Head, is this the mother of your spouse?"
Mort Thorne stepped forward, seeing Jodie Young pinned under the car, Jodie Young was severely injured, barely breathing.
"Lift the car up first."
"Yes, head."
Crimson Eye Soldier worked together to lift the car.
Mort Thorne crouched down, pulling Jodie Young from under the car, but Jodie Young’s foot was stuck in the car window.
"Aunt, I’m here, can you hold on?" He asked softly.
Upon hearing the voice, Jodie Young weakly opened her eyes, seeing Mort Thorne’s tall and strong body.
Surprisingly, it’s him.
Didn’t she die?
When the car skidded and flipped, she thought she was doomed.
Blood kept pouring out of her body, sinking into despair amidst the pain, but someone came to save her.
Miraculously, it’s Mort Thorne.
Mort Thorne reached out to pull off a piece of fabric, tying it forcefully around Jodie Young’s neck to barely stop the bleeding, "The carotid artery is cut, but not life-threatening, hold on a bit."
With that, he bent down, crawled into the car, without tools to pry the window, he formed a fist, punching the window hard.
This man seemed to be made of iron, impossibly powerful, the window immediately cracked a few times.
He punched several more times in quick succession, Jodie Young watched him from the ground, his sharply defined joints already broke, blood emerging.
Jodie Young’s fingers clawed the ground, "Don’t you hate me?"
Why save her?
Doesn’t he hate her?
Previously she did many things to deliberately separate him and Dianna Hollis, repeatedly disrupting his missions, placing him in danger.
Doesn’t he hate her?
Mort Thorne focused on his actions, not even frowning, "Aunt, I never hated you, on the contrary, I’m most grateful to you, because you brought Dianna Hollis into this world, giving me everything I dreamed of."
