Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1043: I’ve Got Everything Covered

She doesn’t look like a pregnant woman at all, with no meat on her bones and such a small appetite. How can this little bit of soup be enough for both her and the baby?

He felt so much pain for her.

"No, I really don’t want to eat anymore..." Leah Thorne insisted as she held onto his neck.

Justin Xavier couldn’t force her any further. Alright, he admitted he was compromising.

At this moment, Leah softly asked, "Justin Xavier, do you think I can really... safely give birth to the baby?"

"Hush, don’t say such things!" Justin turned his gaze, found her soft red lips, and kissed them lightly like a dragonfly brushing water, "You will definitely give birth safely. Nothing will happen, I’m here for everything, the three of us will always be together."

"Mm." Leah nodded and closed her eyes, truly falling asleep.

Justin held her for a while and then got up to carry her upstairs.

He pushed open the bedroom door, laid her softly on the big bed, and as he reached to cover her with the blanket, he saw crystal tears slowly flowing down her cheek.

...

The days passed peacefully and quietly. Leah went to the film set every day. Perhaps it was her passion for acting that helped her overcome the difficulties of forgetting her lines, and she finally completed all the shooting perfectly. "Fleeting Life" wrapped up quickly.

These days, she could see the man named Justin Xavier every day, although he told her his name was Justin Xavier every day, she would forget by the next day, day after day of forgetting.

The wrap-up ceremony was held today, but Justin didn’t come.

He usually came at this time, but today he was absent.

Leah didn’t leave, as she always felt like there was someone she hadn’t seen today, leaving her feeling empty inside.

Feeling bored, she stood up to walk outside.

She then saw a group of girls forming a circle, watching the LCD TV.

Among them was a familiar face, Cheryl Ford.

Leah’s gaze followed, only to see a familiar figure she knew to the core appear on the screen.

It was Justin Xavier.

Today he looked different, not at all like his usual clean casual attire. Today he wore formal clothes: a white shirt, a deep blue striped business vest wrapped over his well-built body, and a finely tailored black suit on the outside. He walked in a sparkling high-level conference hall, holding a document between two fingers, followed by a group of suited elites.

As he approached, someone came forward to shake his hand, and they spoke softly with lowered eyebrows, a gentle smile blossoming across his handsome face.

Leah stared blankly at the man on the screen, something in her heart seemed touched; he...

He seemed to be the person she was waiting for.

What was his name again?

Leah tried to think but couldn’t recall his name at all.

Dazed, Leah’s ears caught the fangirling shrieks of the girls, "Wow, President Xavier is so handsome."

"Yeah, President Xavier isn’t just good-looking, his demeanor is incredibly gentle too. Compared to him, all those long-legged oppas and fresh faces are nothing."

Cheryl Ford said nothing, her gaze foolishly fixed on Justin Xavier.

"Cheryl, what’s wrong? You wouldn’t be smitten with President Xavier, have you?"

"Cheryl, President Xavier is a married man. He’s been treating Leah Thorne like gold, not leaving her side these days, utterly devoted, as if she were a precious gem he treasured dearly. So don’t entertain any inappropriate thoughts."

Cheryl’s youthful and pretty face turned crimson as she pouted, "Don’t talk nonsense. I don’t mean it... besides, it’s normal to feel a bit of admiration for such a perfect man as President Xavier, isn’t it?"

"Admire as you might, but don’t overstep your bounds. President Xavier’s been wearing a wedding ring all along."

Cheryl joked, "What does having a wife mean? Can’t one get a divorce? There are few men in this world who don’t like something new. Leah’s pregnant; this is the stage when men are most prone to cheating, especially wealthy and powerful men who seek out young and beautiful women."

Leah didn’t hear what else Cheryl said because she lowered her little head, closed the office door, and decided she didn’t want to walk outside anymore.

She only wanted to be alone.

...

Leah stayed in the office for another half hour, kicked off her shoes and curled up on the sofa, a bag of cucumber-flavored chips on the coffee table, and she was eating.

Then footsteps drifted in from outside, steady yet light, which her sensitive ears caught immediately.

Justin Xavier had arrived.

Leah shifted slightly.

But Cheryl’s voice echoed at this moment, "President Xavier, you’re here."

Her voice was warm and sweet.

"Mm." Justin responded indifferently.

Leah suddenly didn’t want to move, lazily curled up, took chips, and chewed them in her mouth.

The office door was pushed open, ushering in a cool breath of cold air, and in her peripheral vision appeared polished black handmade shoes, leading up to black trousers. It was cold outside; he wore a black woolen coat and lifted his hand to unfasten it as he came into the warm office.

Cheryl followed, stood beside him, and reached out to assist, "President Xavier, let me help."

Justin didn’t pass it over, his gaze fixated on Leah, and refused, "No need, you can leave."

He said coolly, tossing the woolen coat onto the back of another sofa.

Cheryl’s admiring gaze lingered on the man’s handsome silhouette, but she knew Justin wanted to be alone with Leah, so she smartly retreated.

The office door was closed.

Justin noticed the chips on the coffee table, then glanced sideways at the untouched tray of afternoon tea on the bookshelf, where fresh bread and milk lay idle.

"Why chips again? Chips aren’t nutritious. Eat less of them; we’ll go home later, save room for dinner."

Listening to his words, Leah looked up at him standing tall and long-legged by her side, unbuttoning his suit to reveal the deep blue striped business vest underneath. His figure was impressive, his legs straight and long; just standing there, he looked like a male model out of a fashion week.

The white shirt wrapped around his wrist, with a diamond cuff shining brightly under the light.

Leah lowered her little head again.

Justin saw her silent, melancholy expression, stepped over, squatted in front of her, and gently ruffled her silky hair, tenderly asking, "What’s wrong, feeling unhappy?"

"No, I’m not." Leah quietly replied, munching on chips while reaching for more.

But she couldn’t reach them.

She looked up, the chips on the coffee table had been moved out of reach, beyond her slender arms.

Forget it, she thought, not eating.

She couldn’t taste anything anyway.

She shifted, hugging herself tighter with slender arms, resting her small chin on her knees, staring blankly into space.