Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 869: Don’t Touch Me, You’re So Filthy!
"..." Leah Thorne felt there was a communication barrier with him, so she just curled her red lips, "Oh, got it, President Xavier. From now on, I’ll knock before entering your room, don’t be angry. I formally apologize for disturbing you earlier, I’m sorry."
She looked very obedient, but Justin Xavier felt like she was trying to placate a...madman.
Justin’s furrowed brow gradually relaxed, "Did you need something from me?"
"Yes, you dropped this wallet at Phoenix Plume Pavilion, now it’s returned to its owner, I’m leaving." Leah shoved the wallet to him, then forcefully pulled her small hand back from his palm and turned to leave.
But after two steps, Justin Xavier came in large strides, and caught her slender wrist again.
This time, Leah’s soft and charming face turned cold, clearly having no interest in even dealing with him, "President Xavier, what’s wrong with you again? Can you say everything clearly at once?"
Leah felt that Justin Xavier was like a menstrual patch, coming once every month, hard to get rid of.
Justin’s handsome and refined face also cooled down, exuding a chill, "Leah, where is the photo in my wallet, did you take it?"
"Yes, that’s my photo, it’s been with you for years, it’s about time you returned it to me."
Justin directly pressed his thin lips into a cold arc, "The photo isn’t yours, it’s mine, Leah, give the photo back to me!"
Leah saw he was serious, as if that photo was some treasure of his, she had felt quite touched before coming, but now she only felt nauseated.
"I threw the photo away."
"Impossible, I’ll say it again, Leah, give the photo back to me, listen!" He emphasized, sending chills down one’s spine.
"President Xavier, do you not understand human speech? The photo isn’t with me, I threw it away... ah!" Leah hadn’t finished her sentence when Justin Xavier dragged her away.
His strides were large, Leah stumbled while following behind, his well-defined fingers firmly gripping her fair wrist, her delicate skin having red marks from the grip.
Leah struggled, "Justin Xavier, let go of me, you’re hurting me..."
Hearing her claim pain, Justin paused a moment, after all, the person he cherished since childhood, he had raised her delicately, aside from her first pain at age 18, he couldn’t bear to harm her.
He turned back, his cold eyes glanced at her faintly, "If it hurts, bear it."
"..."
Leah was so angry, she wanted to take off her high heels and smash them on his head.
At this point, they arrived at room 603, he reached out, opening the door and going in.
603?
He actually brought her back again.
Leah was very resistant to this room, she turned back wanting to escape, but he confined her in his palm, dragging her directly in.
Justin Xavier opened the door with a loud "bang", the rookie actress Davina Rowe was still inside, scared stiff and directly jumped off the sofa.
"Presi...President Xavier..." Davina Rowe looked at Justin Xavier stunned, then looked at Leah.
Leah, who didn’t know her?
Currently skyrocketing Davina Rowe had been given the title of "Little Leah Thorne", being able to connect her beauty and popularity with Leah Thorne, she rejoiced for a long time.
Just because of the title "Little Leah Thorne", she successfully landed one of the covers of the five major fashion magazines, vogue, becoming the first among rookie actresses, her fashion resources skyrocketed.
Now the entertainment industry is like this, especially fond of chasing popularity, rookies like Davina Rowe love to release many articles tying themselves with superstars like Leah Thorne, when the heat picks up, capital starts pouring in resources, also considered a shortcut and norm.
Just now when Leah suddenly barged into the room, Davina Rowe was amazed, because she hadn’t been famous for long, and hadn’t had a chance to meet Leah Thorne in person.
Seeing Leah Thorne for real now, tugging with Justin Xavier, Davina simply froze on the spot, too shocked to say a word.
Justin Xavier glanced indifferently at Davina Rowe, coldly uttering three words, "Get out!"
He told Davina Rowe to get lost.
Davina Rowe trembled all over, she already off the sofa, ran a few steps away.
Justin Xavier dragged Leah, tossing her onto the sofa.
Leah only felt dizzy, when she sank into this soft luxurious sofa, her sensitive nerves seemed pricked, and she wanted to bounce up, "Let me go, Justin Xavier, let me go, I don’t want to be here, it’s so dirty here!"
The scene just now still vividly replayed in her mind, Davina Rowe was kneeled here servicing him, it was filthy!
Justin Xavier controlled her, not allowing her to get up, "Leah, don’t move!"
"I don’t want to, it’s so dirty here, the sofa is filthy."
Justin Xavier knew what she was minding, he casually pulled over his black coat placing it on the sofa, then cradled her in his hands setting her on his coat, "Now it’s not dirty, you’re not sitting directly on the sofa."
Leah’s face was a bit pale, still struggling, she didn’t want to touch the sofa, didn’t want to touch his coat, "Your coat is dirty too, you, the person is dirty, let go of me, don’t touch me!"
Off to the side, Davina Rowe was already dumbfounded, in her impression who was Justin Xavier, Bayside’s richest man, a business tycoon who could control everything, indifferent and unfeeling.
When with him, she always had to try her best to please him, cater to him.
But who was this man in front of her?
He actually tore his own black coat to place under Leah’s bottom, Leah grimacing over dirt or no, and he patiently coaxing, one might think he was comforting his daughter.
Hearing her call him dirty, Justin Xavier’s heroic brows sank, "In what way am I dirty?"
"Aren’t you dirty? It’s like...eating something others have already taken a bite from, tell me, is it dirty?" Leah retorted sarcastically.
Justin’s handsome face was very unsightly, after a few seconds he lifted Leah, directly deposited her on the room’s soft big bed.
Leah touched the sheet wanting to crawl up, but Justin held her fragrant shoulder, not allowing her to move, "Enough, stop it, we haven’t done anything here yet."
Leah stopped moving and gradually quieted down.
But a few seconds later, she shook off his hand, "Stay away from me, don’t touch me, you have a bad smell on you!"
Seeing her knitting her brows disdainfully, Justin Xavier feared she’d vomit, so he directly turned to the bathroom, first to take a shower.
He glanced at Davina Rowe by the door, his gaze icy and without a trace of warmth, as if just seeking pleasure wasn’t related to this person, "Had enough looking? If you won’t leave, need I have someone carry you out?"
