Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1042: Justin Xavier...

"You’re cheating, hmph, I’m angry!" Leah Thorne immediately asserted her female prerogative, cooling her expression to show she was very upset.

Justin Xavier looked at her; her delicate cheeks slightly puffed up in anger, her big, clear eyes full of accusation and a lively charm.

He loved her in this very moment.

"Alright, I’m cheating. I apologize, darling, don’t be mad, forgive me." He turned her small body around again, holding her while continuing to wash the vegetables.

Leah Thorne hummed and hawed, still unsatisfied. This man teased her whenever he wanted, treating her as if she were a child.

It was simply an insult to her intelligence.

She blinked her long lashes like fans, wanting to speak, when his right hand presented a mangosteen; his thin lips brushed against her fair neck inadvertently, "Do you want to eat it?"

Leah Thorne instinctively shrugged her shoulders. He stopped washing the vegetables, wrapped both arms around her shoulders, and held a big mangosteen to her mouth.

She sneaked a glance at the mangosteen—it seemed to be something she liked.

Sour and sweet.

"Well... I could have one." Leah Thorne said reluctantly.

Justin Xavier skillfully peeled back the deep purple skin of the mangosteen, revealing the tender white flesh inside. He pinched a piece between his fingers and handed it to her lips, "Eat it."

"Thank you." She opened her mouth and ate it.

"Is it good?" he asked.

"Yeah, it’s good." She was probably most fond of eating mangosteen; its sweet yet slightly sour taste was cool and refreshing, perfect for her pregnant cravings.

After eating one piece, her mouth was watering.

"Want more?"

"Yes!" She nodded vigorously, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on the mangosteen in his hand, waiting for him to feed her.

But the man behind her didn’t move, instead whispered hoarsely in her snowy white earlobe, "My fingers are dirty, lick them clean first."

Leah Thorne’s face turned scarlet, and her blood seemed to reverse, he...

On the outside, he was a gentleman, but who knew he could be so... indecent inside.

Leah Thorne found it strange, any other man dared speak such filth and she would likely throw a high heel at them, yet with him she had no way.

"I’m not eating anymore, let go." She struggled out of his embrace forcefully, shot him a sharp glare, and stormed out.

Justin Xavier watched her retreating back, slowly curled his lips into a smile, and said, "The mangosteen and other fruits are in the living room; help yourself."

Leah Thorne looked at the fruit platter on the living room coffee table, "..."

That man did it on purpose!

...

Leah Thorne ate one mangosteen but no more; her appetite hadn’t increased much since becoming pregnant, and cooling fruits like these were enough to satisfy her cravings with just one.

In truth, she was quite obedient by nature.

Sitting in the living room, absorbed in watching TV, the sofa next to her sank halfway, and Justin Xavier arrived, holding a delicate porcelain bowl of soup, "Watch later. Drink the soup first."

Leah Thorne lowered her eyes, frowning, "There’s meat, I don’t want it."

Since getting pregnant, she couldn’t even stand the sight of meat, let alone eating it.

Then, the remote control was snatched from her hand, and the vibrant TV screen went "zzz" to black; he had turned it off.

His long arm wrapped around her protruding stomach and easily hoisted her onto his lap, "Be good, drink some meat soup, you can’t be too picky, the nutrients are uneven. Even if you don’t want it, the baby does."

Anger surged within Leah Thorne; couldn’t she just watch TV in peace?

Her slender, delicate legs kicked up in dissatisfaction, and she flung her small fists at his broad shoulder, her cherry-like lips pouting fiercely, protesting in a sweet voice, "I don’t want it, I don’t want it, I want to watch... Serena even said you’re my husband, but I think you’re not good to me at all..."

Lately, he had spoiled her beyond measure, and she hadn’t suffered the slightest grievance. Now in her protest, two teardrops hung from her soft face.

She wasn’t really crying, but tears fell anyway.

Justin Xavier was soft-hearted towards her antics, at her coquettishness she had him completely wrapped. He put the porcelain bowl down on the coffee table in front and showered her in kisses and soothed her, "Honey, please don’t cry, okay? When you cry, it breaks your husband’s heart... I boiled the soup myself for you and the baby, with a little pea sprout... Just drink a few sips of the broth, no meat, sweetheart..."

He reached out to wipe the tears from her face and leaned down to plant countless kisses on her small cheeks.

Leah Thorne was sulking. Holding on to the fabric of his shirt with her soft white hands, her delicate body snuggled in his arms truly like a little girl. Still fidgeting in discontent, her slender legs rubbed against his expensive suit pants, leaving creases.

In the bright light, they were tightly enveloped in each other’s embrace, her beautiful, watery eyes shimmering with tears, an adorably aggrieved daughter look. Her grievance tugged at his heart, holding her, wishing he could give her all his tender affections. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Leah Thorne gradually ceased crying, nestled in his arms, partly comforted by him, partly exhausted in body.

Her head was muddled, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Justin Xavier..."

She murmured his name tenderly.

Justin Xavier froze for a moment; he wasn’t sure if that "Justin Xavier" was what he’d taught her earlier, or if it had sunk into her very bones.

"Mm, I’m here." Justin Xavier supported her small frame with his left arm, letting her curl snugly in his embrace, using his right hand to grab the soup, blowing on its heat before offering it to her lips, "Sweetheart, just drink a couple sips."

Leah Thorne’s eyes were too weary to open. Her mental state had drained her body half to ruin, and her head was seventy percent muddled, thirty percent conscious.

Sometimes, she couldn’t tell where she was.

"Okay." She responded softly, opening her little mouth to sip from the bowl.

It wasn’t to her taste, so she wrinkled her elegant brows.

Justin Xavier kissed the edge of her dainty nose, and perhaps because of pregnancy, the creamy sweetness from her seemed a bit stronger; he loved to smell it, obsessed with her scent.

"Honey, drink a couple more sips, for the baby," he coaxed her softly.

Leah Thorne behaved this time, quietly nestled in his arms, opening her mouth to his hand feeding her the soup. She didn’t act stubborn; she finished the soup he gave her.

Justin Xavier’s eyes filled with joy. Seeing her about to fall asleep, he gently rocked her, "Sweetheart, sleep later, let me feed you some food first."

Leah Thorne buried herself in his neck, "My tummy is full. Can I skip eating dinner today?"

Justin Xavier felt his heart tingle and melt; with her face buried in his neck, her red lips brushed against his skin, sending an electric thrill through his body.

"Sweetheart, be good, let me feed you some food, even just a few bites, you’re too skinny now, need to gain a bit of weight."