Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1015: Come Sleep, Sleep in My Arms

Justin Xavier showed no expression, but his handsome brows and eyes were shrouded with a thin layer of cold. He focused intently on reading the divorce agreement.

Though her words were few, ultimately she wanted nothing but to leave without money, just her freedom. Yet, Justin Xavier spent a long, long time looking at this divorce agreement.

Finally, his gaze landed on the last signature; she had already signed it—Leah Thorne.

The bedroom was quiet, without a sound. Justin Xavier stood there in his black suit, tall and upright like a pine tree. Bathed in the soft light, his figure inexplicably exuded a hint of...loneliness and solitude.

Soon, a melodious mobile ringtone suddenly rang. There was a call coming in.

Justin Xavier picked up his phone and saw it was from his Mrs. Xavier.

Putting down the divorce agreement in his hand, he pressed the button to answer the call, his voice lowered and gentle, "Hello, Mrs. Xavier."

"President Xavier, where did you go? I asked you to buy some sour plums, and you’ve been gone so long. Did you take a detour to flirt with some girls?" Leah Thorne’s soft and charming voice came through.

Justin Xavier chuckled, "Mrs. Xavier, you are really wronging me. I bought the sour plums, eager to return, but alas, there were too many cars on the road, blocking my way."

He said he was stuck in traffic.

Leah Thorne, "Alright, I’ll believe you this time. Hurry back."

"Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Justin Xavier placed the divorce agreement in the bottom drawer, locking it, and then he grabbed his car keys, leaving without looking back.

...

Leah Thorne waited for Justin Xavier, and for the large bunch of sour plums he brought back.

Looking at the various kinds of sour plums, Leah Thorne was dumbfounded, "President Xavier, no wonder you returned so late. I asked you to buy some sour plums, did you go buy a whole sour plum market?"

Justin Xavier walked over and kissed her forehead, "Getting snacks for Mrs. Xavier, they have to be enough."

Saying that, Justin Xavier walked towards the bathroom, "I’ll take a shower first."

Leah Thorne pinched a sour plum and placed it in her mouth, the sweet and sour taste spreading in her mouth, instantly relieving the discomfort brought by pregnancy.

At this moment, a "knock knock" sounded at the door, it was the private secretary bringing in a large pile of documents.

Leah Thorne blinked at the secretary, "Is your president planning to move his office to my hospital room?"

The private secretary laughed, "Mrs., the president’s heart is all on you right now. He went home from the hospital and hasn’t had time to review the documents, so there’s a bit of workload."

Leah Thorne paused, "He went home?"

The private secretary nodded, "Yes, madam, didn’t you say you left something in the bedroom for the president? When the president bought the sour plums, he took a detour home. The president was really looking forward to the surprise you left for him."

Leah Thorne froze, realizing Justin Xavier had lied just now. It wasn’t traffic; he went home.

He didn’t take a detour to flirt with some girl, but took a detour home to see the "surprise" she left for him.

At this point, the bathroom door clicked open, and Justin Xavier walked out having taken a shower. He was wearing a clean white shirt and black trousers, water droplets hanging from his neat short hair, holding a towel and wiping himself dry. Sensing the subtle atmosphere in the room, he glanced at his private secretary, "What were you talking about?"

"President, we were discussing your trip home halfway," the private secretary replied honestly.

Justin Xavier paused in the midst of wiping his hair.

The private secretary felt he had said something wrong, but didn’t know where the mistake was. He had clearly told the truth.

At this moment, Leah Thorne spoke, "You may leave."

"Yes, madam." The private secretary turned and left.

Now there were just the two of them in the room, Leah Thorne gathered a bunch of documents and asked nonchalantly, "Did you go home?"

Justin Xavier tossed the towel onto the table, reaching out to take the files from her arms, "Hmm, took a detour home."

"Did you see the thing on the bedside table?" Leah Thorne was referring to the divorce agreement.

Justin Xavier put down the files, turned his head to glance at her, "No, I didn’t see anything."

Saying this, he sat on the hospital bed, patting the spot next to him, "Come here, time to sleep, sleep in my arms."

Leah Thorne was sure he had seen it, but he didn’t want to talk about it.

Leah Thorne slowly climbed onto the bed, lying down. The hospital bed was too small, her back pressed against the headboard, her long legs extending down, Leah’s head rested on his lap.

Justin Xavier flipped through the files with one hand, still having a free hand to feed her sour plums. He didn’t know why, but she’s been craving sour things lately, "Is it good?"

Leah Thorne’s small face was originally turned sideways, hearing this, she moved to lie flat, her soft black eyes looking at him, "It’s delicious, do you want some~"

Her black tea-colored curls entwined with his trousers spread languidly, the air became infused with the sweet and sour aroma. Justin Xavier’s empty chest quickly became full, and his gaze moved from the file to her small face, staring intensely.

Justin Xavier always had a bit of a rogue to him, he knew how to savor women, his intense gaze always carried a strong sense of need, which greatly satisfied a woman’s vanity, making her blush with his teasing.

But Leah Thorne didn’t want him staring at her like that because there was a scar on her right cheek, and she was no longer that breathtaking beauty Leah Thorne.

"What are you looking at, don’t look...um!" Leah Thorne’s red lips were kissed.

Justin Xavier lowered his head and kissed her.

This time, he kissed tenderly and lingeringly, Leah’s lashes trembled in a panic, feeling the sour plum in her mouth being coaxed out.

She didn’t know how long it was until she was a little short of breath and pushed him away.

Justin Xavier left her swollen lips, kissing fell on the scar on her right cheek, snuggling and kissing...with a hint of fondness and pity.

Doesn’t he think the scar on her face is ugly?

Leah Thorne was a woman who loved beauty, sometimes when she looked in the mirror she thought the scar on her face was horribly ugly, but now he was kissing it with such affection.

Leah Thorne felt a little soft, a little warm, and a little sweet in her heart, she pinched a sour plum and stuffed it directly into Justin Xavier’s mouth, "President Xavier, hurry up and look at your files!"

Only then did Justin Xavier sit up straight, the sour plum might have been too sour as he furrowed his brow, then picked up the file to continue working.

Leah Thorne’s little face was blushing, lying obediently on Justin Xavier’s lap, her gaze fell on Justin Xavier’s trousers because of the position, his sensitive area was right before her eyes.

She wondered how he was doing physically now...

Justin Xavier was reading the file, and then he felt Leah Thorne’s slender white fingers crawling up his thigh...