Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1045: The Man Who Took Care of Her Collapsed

Cheryl followed his gaze and saw Leah lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, but her small face seemed like it had been nurtured in honey, flushed and charming.

On the sofa on the other side lay Leah’s outerwear, sweaters... next to the woman’s clothes was a man’s black coat, business vest...

Cheryl was taken aback. She could guess what had just happened here. She slowly looked at Justin Xavier. The lights in the room were dimmed; this corner of the window was secluded, making it seem even darker. The man stood by the window in just a white shirt and black trousers, with the cold wind blowing in from outside, rustling his shirt loudly...

He didn’t feel cold at all, his left hand in his pocket, his right hand holding a cigarette between two fingers, standing by the windowsill, his shirt lazily unbuttoned three buttons, revealing a large expanse of healthy tan skin. He frowned and took a drag, then tilted his head back to exhale. When he did, his defined, masculine Adam’s apple and collarbone were very prominent, and he frowned deeply, unsure if it was because he was satisfied or not satisfied a moment ago.

Cheryl stood frozen in place. She never thought she’d see a man like this, radiating a lazy, debauched extravagance.

Her small face was both pale and flushed, pale because she’d just been crying, and flushed because of how captivating Justin looked.

The man’s post-lovemaking smoking posture was as intoxicating as alcohol, making one blush furiously.

While Cheryl was momentarily dazed, the man’s indifferent gaze swept over her, "I’ve already made my intentions very clear. What don’t you understand?"

He probably spoke in a particularly low voice to avoid waking Leah. Even such cold words, when spoken by him, came out warm and magnetic. Cheryl gritted her teeth and said, "I understand, but President Xavier, you have to give me a reason to leave Bayside."

Justin took a drag of his cigarette, lowered his eyes and exhaled. The corners of his thin lips curled into a slight arc, "Then give me a reason why you don’t want to leave. Why must you stay in Bayside? What is it here that draws you in, hmm?"

Cheryl felt her face burning with embarrassment. She knew he had already seen through her.

What is so good about Bayside? The Ford family is now a financial tycoon, and she has always lived in a big international city. She doesn’t want to leave, not without having developed some inappropriate feelings for him.

Bayside has nothing special, but Bayside... has him.

"President Xavier, I admit... I like you. If you’re making me leave because of that, isn’t it too harsh? There are so many girls who admire you, they could stretch from the Yangtze River to the Yellow River. Are you going to deal with all of them?"

Justin was silent for a few seconds, finished the last two drags of his cigarette, then took a large stride, bending down to extinguish the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table, "At least I can ensure those people don’t appear in front of my wife, don’t upset her. The most important thing is, there are many who like me, but none of them are as disgusting as you."

What?

Cheryl’s pupils shrank. She looked at him, incredibly shocked. Did he just call her... disgusting?

She is the eldest daughter of the Ford family, top graduate of a prestigious school, with countless boys who like her and pursue her, including wealthy heirs and young talents, not lacking successful men like him, she could choose any of them.

They all admire her. Cheryl thought he could dislike her, but he actually insulted her like this.

He was the first to ever call her... disgusting~

Justin looked at Cheryl’s deathly pale face and curled his lips in amusement, "Am I wrong? Although you are the daughter of a prestige family, you are inherently full of cunning little tricks. I’ve always worn a wedding ring, and everyone knows I’m a married man, but you don’t mind at all. I don’t think it’s true love you feel; you must find the challenge and conquest of a married man more thrilling and exciting, more satisfying to your vanity. Actually, I can understand all that. What I don’t understand is, Leah has always treated you like a sister, and yet you have an eye on your sister’s husband, acting one way on the surface, thinking another, it’s really sickening to me."

"Cheryl, actually, we’re the same type of person, so there’s no need for you to pretend in front of me. When I look at you, it’s like you’re naked, running in front of me, funny and ridiculous."

Cheryl’s hands and feet turned cold. It was the first time someone had completely humiliated her like this.

Cheryl stared at his tall and handsome back. She never thought that a man who appeared so gentle and noble on the outside could be so cold and heartless underneath.

All his tenderness was given to Leah alone.

Justin had already walked over to Leah’s side, then slowly crouched down. Cheryl had no idea what he was thinking. He and Leah had known each other for so many years, their relationship should have long since faded into indifference, yet he seemed unable to love that woman enough.

Cheryl took a deep breath, "Justin, even you said we are the same kind of person. Sister Leah shouldn’t be someone you touch. You should be playing with someone like me. Besides Sister Leah, haven’t you been with other women? What about Davina Rowe? Didn’t she... satisfy you? So, there will always be flaws between you and Sister Leah. You’ll never be perfect."

After saying that, Cheryl turned and left.

The surroundings fell silent. Justin remained in position, unmoving. He looked at Leah’s sleeping face. He didn’t know... if Leah was always mindful of Davina Rowe’s presence, after all, she witnessed that scene with her own eyes.

When an avalanche occurs, not a single snowflake is innocent.

He didn’t know what role he played in Leah’s psychological struggle.

Turns out, he was so despicable and unbearable.

...

Leah was always taken care of meticulously, but soon enough, the man taking care of her couldn’t hold up anymore and came down with a high fever.

Justin, who rarely falls sick, when he does, it’s like a mountain collapsing. He lay on the bed, his whole body burning hot, unable to sweat, utterly exhausted.

Leah didn’t go to the film set. She stood by the bedside, reaching her small hand to touch his forehead. She furrowed her delicate brows, both surprised and flustered, "Oh no, so hot. No, I must take you to the hospital."

She tried to help him up.

Justin barely opened his eyes, his throat dry and aching. He held onto her slender wrist, speaking weakly, "Honey, be good, you’re not allowed to go out today, or I won’t be able to find you... No need to go to the hospital, I’ve taken medicine, just let me sleep for a while..."

Without him, she would get lost if she stepped out the door.

Seeing him in so much discomfort, Leah felt the same pain, "Alright, I won’t go out..."

She spoke softly, lowering herself and resting her small head on his chest, looking so obedient and sweet.

Justin kissed her forehead. He had felt unwell since the morning, not expecting the fever to come so quickly. He planned to call Serena Sterling, as Leah needed someone to care for her, but his eyelids were too heavy, and he just wanted to sleep in a daze.