Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1044: My Wife Is So Obedient~

Justin Xavier’s black eyes were about to soften because of her pain. He remembered when she returned to Bayside with psychological issues, was she also like this, silent and helpless?

Now, Justin Xavier didn’t know how to love her?

Because no matter how much he loved her, he felt it wasn’t enough.

Justin Xavier moved closer to her, his right hand weaving through her silk-like hair. Recently, she had started eating again, and her hair loss wasn’t as severe. But ultimately, much of her once thick black hair had fallen out, leaving an emptiness in his palm, like her frail body.

Resting his nose against her delicate little nose, he gently rubbed her, "What’s wrong, are you unhappy?"

He was eager to know all her feelings, this girl had been by his side for over ten years, accompanying him as she shed her youthful awkwardness and slowly matured into his woman, his wife, the mother of his child.

Seeing her like this, his heart ached so painfully, it was hard to breathe.

Leah Thorne lifted her small head, slowly extending her little hand to touch his side face.

She asked blankly, "What’s your name?"

Why couldn’t she say his name, yet she felt he was the one she had always been waiting for? 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Justin Xavier grasped her small hand, pressing his side face against her soft little palm, rubbing affectionately, "My name is Justin Xavier."

"Oh, then why are you here?"

"I’m here to find my wife."

"But your wife isn’t here."

Justin Xavier looked at her beautiful eyes, reaching out with his thumb to touch her red lips, lightly caressing, his gaze burning, "If you say my wife isn’t here, does that make it true? My wife is you."

Leah Thorne couldn’t hear what he was saying, her attention was drawn to his thumb, which was touching her lips, then inching closer, about to kiss her.

Just as he was about to kiss her, Leah Thorne quickly stretched out her little hands to push him away, "No!"

The sofa was wide and soft, and she hid in the corner, not letting him kiss her.

Justin Xavier chuckled softly, a low, warm laugh full of tenderness.

Leah Thorne felt her cheeks getting even hotter.

Justin Xavier sat beside her, his right hand encircling her soft waist, his large hand naturally resting on her little belly, gently stroking back and forth.

Leah Thorne nudged him with her elbow, but she couldn’t push him away.

"I’m a bit tired today..." Justin Xavier said.

"Where are you tired?"

"My legs are tired, massage them for me."

Leah Thorne sat up, kneeling on the soft couch with her knees, her little hands touching his left leg, gently kneading, "Is it like this?"

Justin Xavier frowned, licking his chapped lips with a greedy gaze. She lowered her little head, and he could only admire her soft and beautiful facial features, her skin seemed to have become even tenderer due to her pregnancy, the light casting a mesmerizing glow upon it.

"Mm, a bit higher..." he hummed.

The blood in Leah Thorne’s whole body surged to her head with a "boom", and she quickly withdrew her hands in embarrassment, "You, you..."

Is there anyone more vulgar than him in this world?

Justin Xavier couldn’t stand her innocent gaze at that moment. The gentle look in her eyes was tinged with a bit of red. He raised his eyebrows, emanating the charm of a mature man, "Am I dumb or are you dumb? If I ask you to massage my legs, you just do it?"

Leah Thorne didn’t know what to say, her little face constantly steaming with heat, she felt very hot.

"Come here." He lazily leaned back on the sofa, extending his right hand towards her.

Leah Thorne didn’t move.

Justin Xavier forcefully pulled her soft waist, causing her whole body to collapse onto his chest.

He protected her, not letting her fall, but her little face still knocked into the diamond brooch on his business vest, the hard texture exuding a man’s charm, making her tingle.

"No..." she pushed against him.

Justin Xavier’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his right hand coming up to touch her little face, feeling how smooth it was, "Not bad, you even know what I want to do."

Leah Thorne tried to get up, but she couldn’t. His right hand weaved into the back of her head, pressing firmly, and he kissed her directly.

Leah Thorne panted, her little hands pressed against his chest, clutching randomly, only managing to grab a button, she whimpered, almost crying, but he took the chance to capture her lips and tongue.

Her little face blushed to a pink hue, even tiny beads of sweat appeared on her elegant nose, like dewdrops on a rose petal.

The little hands that wanted to push him ultimately withdrew and curled up slowly, clutching him tightly, a sensation on the verge of erupting within her. She bit him lightly, responding to him in her shy but eager way.

The two turned over, he didn’t dare to press down on her, only propping himself up above her with his hands, "Leah Thorne, tell me, who am I?"

Leah Thorne hazily closed her eyes, trying to bury her little face into the sofa, she bit her lower lip and answered, "Justin Xavier."

Justin Xavier slowly curled his thin lips, "Good girl."

...

Half an hour later, Leah Thorne curled up asleep on the sofa, wrapped in a soft warm blanket, with just a small face exposed.

Justin Xavier opened the window a bit, letting the seductive atmosphere in the office disperse. He leaned against the window, lighting a cigarette and taking a couple of puffs.

His body still wasn’t alright, but it didn’t prevent the two from being intimate for a while.

He hadn’t touched her in a long time, and she was like an addictive poppy flower.

Just then, a "knock knock" on the door was followed by it being pushed open. Cheryl Ford burst in, tears streaming down her face, "President Xavier..."

His personal secretary tried to stop Cheryl Ford, but failed. He looked anxiously at the man by the window, "President, I tried to block her, but Miss Ford forced her way in..."

Justin Xavier took a puff of his cigarette, exhaling slowly as he tilted his head back, squinting, "You can leave now."

"Yes." The personal secretary closed the door.

Cheryl Ford took two steps forward, emotionally charged, her pretty face was smeared with tears, making her look pitiful and touching, "President Xavier, my dad just called me, saying The Ford Group is facing problems with its capital chain. Is it true that you’re the one who did this, forcing my dad to take my brother and me away from Bayside as soon as possible? President Xavier, do you really not want to see me?"

The word "me" had just left her lips when Justin Xavier’s gaze swept over. His eyes weren’t particularly sharp; as an elegant and handsome man, but his gaze carried an icy chill, cold enough to strike fear in her.

"The reason I’m giving you the opportunity to stand here isn’t for you to loudly wake up my wife; if you can’t control your emotions, then get out." His lips curled, and his deep voice bore no hint of warmth.