Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1047: My Heart Is Filled With Love for You
"I went to the supermarket to buy some things, wanting to come home and cook something delicious for you, but as soon as I stepped out the supermarket, I couldn’t find the way back home. I was so scared I almost cried... Am I really stupid?"
Leah Thorne lifted her little head, looking at him with those clear, innocent big eyes.
All of Justin Xavier’s restless and frenzied emotions were soothed by her words and her aggrieved gaze; it felt as though a feather had brushed across his heart, making it incredibly soft.
He stretched out his thumb to caress her little face, smiling as he spoke gently, "My wife isn’t stupid, not even a bit. But to me, my wife and kids are much more important than good food, so from now on, don’t run around, don’t leave me."
"Okay!" Leah nodded vigorously.
Justin picked up the bags from the ground, and with his other hand, embraced her small fragrant shoulders, "Wife, let’s go home."
Simon Ford watched the retreating figure of Justin Xavier. Without even looking back at him, Justin had already conveyed his contempt, for Justin would never reconcile with his rivals under any circumstances.
Yet Justin was bone-deep obsessive; he had driven everyone away, overbearingly keeping Leah Thorne confined by his side.
As they walked away, Cheryl Ford could still hear their conversation. Leah asked, "Where are we going?"
She always forgot things and people; the person who just mentioned going home now didn’t know where they were headed.
Justin, with boundless patience, replied in a low, slightly joyful and satisfied voice, "Home. Aren’t you going to cook something delicious for me? I’m really hungry now."
"Really? Then I’ll cook for you when we get home."
"Great, my wife is amazing."...
Simon Ford stood still, watching them for a long, long time. He suddenly thought, if one day Justin let go of Leah’s hand, how much pain would he endure.
...
Back at home, it was still Justin who cooked. After eating, the two snuggled in bed. Now, the spring sun was shining brightly; the bedroom curtains were drawn open, leaving behind a thin layer of gauze, and the dazzling sunlight spilled through it onto the large bed. Leah lay on Justin’s body to get the thermometer.
"37 degrees, your fever’s gone." Leah’s eyes sparkled with joy.
"Yes," Justin said, lightly pulling a blanket over her belly. His strong back rested against the headboard, embracing her as he squinted contently, "I told you, with the medication, I’d get better quickly. I have to take care of you; I won’t fall."
After that little episode, his fever subsided on its own; perhaps he scared it away.
Leah’s lips curled slightly, her small hand reaching to touch his handsome profile, gently kissing his jaw.
Seeing her being proactive, Justin flipped over, wanting to pin her down.
"Hey!" Leah quickly covered his mouth, giggling coquettishly, "Don’t mess around..." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Justin looked at her sweet, arched eyebrows; his dark eyes swelled with infatuation, but he resisted further action because he had a very serious question to ask her, "Leah, do you know who I am?"
Leah blinked her long, fan-like eyelashes, shaking her head in confusion.
A faint shadow crossed Justin’s gaze. Initially, he observed that she could remember many people, so he was wishfully thinking she would remember him too, but he realized it was not possible.
To her, the name Justin Xavier was truly difficult; she always forgot his name.
The duration of her current state was unknown; perhaps it would last a lifetime. Actually, if it were for life, so be it, but today’s incident was a warning—at any moment, she might wander off, forget him, his name, his appearance, his contact information...
This was too dangerous; he faced the potential of losing her at any time.
Justin touched her fair little face and leaned in to peck her red lips, "Leah, my name is Justin Xavier, remember that?"
Leah’s petite body squirmed a bit, unsure if the name "Justin Xavier" put pressure on her, she uneasily pushed him, "I know."
Justin slowly grasped her small hand, placing it over his heart, "Can you hear it? It’s filled with my love for you; my heart beats because of you!"
Leah’s gaze turned vacant, her rosy face gradually paling; her emotions heightened as she pushed him away with arms and legs, eyes full of fear, "Go away, go away, I don’t want to hear..."
She curled herself into a corner of the bed, angrily pulling the blanket over her small face.
Justin’s eyes softened considerably. Seeing her like this, how could he force her?
The root of her illness lay there; burdened by all the guilt, she couldn’t bear her love for him. So, how could he compel her to remember he was Justin Xavier?
But if he didn’t force it, what could he do? He was afraid of losing her.
Justin hugged her from behind. The little woman was still struggling, pouting her rosy lips and mumbling "villain." He laughed, pulling the blanket off her small face, "Aren’t you suffocating sleeping under the blanket? Okay, I won’t say anything else; as long as you’re happy."
Only then did Leah settle down, turning over, obediently laying on his chest, feeling sleepy, and so she closed her eyes to nap.
What she wasn’t aware of was that the man by her side remained silent for a long time at the head of the bed. Holding her, he repeatedly kissed her hair, whispering her name.
How should he harden his heart?
...
The next day, an incident occurred.
Upon waking up in the morning, Leah didn’t see Justin; there was another person in the villa, her manager, Madame Goldie.
Madame Goldie took her out to relax, prepared lunch for her, then brought her back to the villa. Madame Goldie did everything Justin used to do for her.
For Leah, who always forgot things and people, this should be no different. She never truly remembered Justin Xavier as a person, but... she felt a void in her heart.
She started to zone out, her face void of any smile; she became unhappy, curling up alone on the sofa, lost in thought for the entire day.
She stopped smiling; her rosy face turned blank, even her beautiful eyes lost all their sparkle.
She became silent; when Madame Goldie talked to her, it was as if she didn’t hear, resembling a lifeless porcelain doll.
Evenings were the hardest to endure; she no longer favored sleeping in her own bedroom. Instead, she would move to a guest room next to the bedroom, lying on the big bed, burying her face deep into the pillow to sniff it. In the past days, she could still smell that clean, refreshing, alluring scent, but later, even that scent was gone.
Her whole being felt hollow, lost, and dejected.
That night, as she drifted into sleep, she was suddenly awakened by a rumbling thunderstorm; she jolted upright.
Outside, lightning flashed, and the stark white light illuminated her pale little face as it rained lightly outside the window. In the dark room, she slowly curled up, burying her face into her knees, tears welling up and rolling down from her eyes.
