Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1066: I Allow You to Like Me

Leah Thorne didn’t expect to see this handsome man emerging from the bath; she screamed and turned to run.

However, she had only taken two steps before a strong arm wrapped around her from behind, pulling her close. Justin Xavier embraced her, taking two steps back and pressing her against the wall, "Why are you running around recklessly? What if you fall?"

Leah found herself trapped in his chest, his handsome face now dangerously close. His short hair was damp, giving him an especially youthful and charming appearance.

Leah’s cheeks slowly turned a suspicious shade of red, she stammered, "I... I... why are you streaking?"

Streaking?

Justin looked down at the towel tied around his waist, "Leah, have you never seen streaking, or do you misunderstand what streaking means?"

"... Let me go, I want to go back to my room to sleep."

Noticing her flushed face, Justin squinted his dark eyes, "Leah, why is your face red?"

"Is it? No, my face isn’t red at all."

Justin raised an eyebrow, exuding a touch of mature charm, "Leah, could it be that... you have a fever?"

A fever?

Leah admitted her face was red, but she denied having a fever. She reached up and felt her forehead, "No, I’m not feverish at all."

With a "pa" sound, Justin put one hand against the wall beside her and leaned in, his handsome face getting closer, "Do you really not get it, or are you pretending not to understand in front of me? This fever isn’t the type you think it is."

Huh?

Leah dumbfoundedly stared at him for a few seconds, and then it dawned on her. Did he mean that kind of heat... arousal?

"How can you say such things? You’re shameless!" Leah was stunned and scolded him through gritted teeth.

Justin was in a great mood, laughter dancing in his handsome eyes, "I’ve heard that a pregnant woman’s estrogen and progesterone levels rise, and there might be some physiological needs. I understand this, so you can admit it openly. I won’t laugh at you."

Leah thought that a man’s mouth can be deceiving; she hadn’t admitted anything, yet he was already laughing at her.

"I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Move, I want to go back to my room!" Leah pushed against his chest with her little hands.

Justin glanced at her hands, "So eager to make a move? It seems being your driver is quite challenging, I have to satisfy all your... needs."

He emphasized the word "needs."

Leah’s face turned red instantly; this man was just... too infuriating!

Leah quickly withdrew her hands and ducked under his strong arm, running away.

Watching her flee, Justin laughed. In the past, she was indifferent and even had a strong aversion to men, but now she’s slowly getting better.

She is getting better and better.

...

Last night, Leah returned to her room feeling both embarrassed and angry. She couldn’t believe she was teased into retreat by a mere driver; where was her usual aura? With her extensive theoretical experience, she should be a seasoned pro by now.

No way, she had to win back some ground.

Leah stepped out of her room and heard a deep, magnetic voice, "You’re up; come have breakfast."

Leah turned her head to see Justin, tall and long-legged, standing in the living room. Today, he wore a dark blue shirt and black trousers, his attire impeccably pressed and exuding a noble elegance.

He’d prepared breakfast for her early in the morning.

However, thinking about his teasing last night made Leah’s face turn a bit unnatural.

But she was indeed a little hungry, and why not eat if she was hungry—unless she felt guilty.

If anyone should feel guilty, it should be him; she refused to be.

To prove herself, Leah walked briskly into the dining room and sat down. The table was set with two bowls of millet porridge, some delicate pastries, eggs, and milk.

It was a sumptuous spread.

Leah took a sip of milk and then glanced at the man across from her through her long lashes, which were like thick brushes. She cleared her throat, "About last night, I think it’s necessary to explain. I went into your room to kindly bring you new toiletries. Let’s just pretend nothing happened and continue getting along happily."

Justin also sipped his milk, lifting his handsome eyelids to look at Leah, "Actually, you’re allowed to like me. I permit you to like me."

Poof~

Leah almost spat out her milk. What was he saying?

Like him?

Allow her to like him?

Where did he get such confidence, from a wholesale market perhaps?

Leah felt her face heat up again. She was both embarrassed and angry, glaring at him with resentment. What’s so great about him, just a driver acting all aloof, elegantly noble, and abstinent, while occasionally laughing at her.

Leah picked up an egg, tapped it on the table, rubbed it, and then tossed it away.

The egg rolled to Justin’s side. Leah deliberately picked a fight, "What kind of eggs did you buy? They won’t peel!"

Justin picked up the egg, looked up at her, "What, are you feeling embarrassed and angry?"

Leah puffed out her cheeks angrily, her soft eyes bright and arrogant, "Yes, I’m embarrassed and angry. What are you going to do about it? Go ahead, move out if you can!"

Justin elegantly peeled the eggshell and placed it in her bowl. He softly coaxed, like he would a kitten, "There, there, I forgive your stubbornness."

Leah felt speechless.

...

After breakfast, Leah heard someone knocking at the door.

Who?

Leah opened the door to find several anxious women outside. One said, "Leah, something’s happened, my daughter Fanny is missing!"

Leah had met Fanny, who was only 19 and called her sister, always smiling sweetly.

With the rising number of incidents involving young girls, Leah felt a pang of anxiety, "What happened to Fanny? How could she suddenly disappear?"

"I’m sure Fanny was taken by that bully Mark Elliott. A few days ago, Mark showed interest in my Fanny, but she ignored him, and now she’s missing."

"Whenever Mark takes a liking to a girl, things always go badly for them. But the Warren family holds significant sway here, and we can’t offend them!"

"Leah, we’re begging you, can you help? We heard that the Warren family’s daughter, Nancy, likes Diego and wants to date him. Can Diego agree to meet her so he can find out where Fanny is?"