Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1120: Cain Shaw, Why Don’t You Want Me?
In Yuric Thatcher’s plan, he wanted to first sow discord, then take advantage, and finally win the beauty’s heart.
Now was the perfect time, as Dianna Hollis needed comfort, and Yuric held her fragrant shoulders, letting her lean against him.
However, Dianna pushed him away, "Yuric, I’ve already accompanied you to the hot springs. Can I go back now?"
Yuric, "..."
Dianna walked away.
If she didn’t leave now, she felt she might suffocate; she couldn’t stand hearing Christina Shaw’s voice anymore.
...
Dianna returned to her room, took a hot shower, and came out wearing a silk nightgown.
She dried her damp hair with a towel a couple of times. Soon, Dianna felt something odd—her body was heating up.
She touched her face and felt as if her entire body was burning.
Her body felt so hot that she wanted to take off her clothes.
Something was off with her body.
Had she been drugged?
Who?
Dianna couldn’t think straight; she quickly took out her phone and found a familiar number, dialing it.
But the next second, her finger suddenly stopped.
She stared at the screen and saw the name Cain Shaw; she actually wanted to call Cain Shaw.
Why call him?
He was already married with a son, and currently entangled with Christina Shaw, yet she still wanted to call him.
In a crisis, he was the first person she thought of.
No.
She couldn’t call him.
She needed to go to the hospital immediately.
Dianna quickly put on a coat and opened the room door to leave.
But as soon as she opened the door, there stood Yuric Thatcher.
Yuric had arrived.
Yuric looked at Dianna’s flushed face, pretending to know nothing, and asked, "Dianna, where are you going this late? What’s wrong with your face? Why is it so red? Are you feeling unwell?"
As he spoke, Yuric reached out to touch Dianna’s burning forehead.
Dianna felt waves of heat surging through her body. Now that Yuric’s hand touched her, she realized this masculine presence was what she needed, but she still had some sense and pushed Yuric away, "Yuric, I’m not feeling well. I need to go to the hospital."
She was about to leave.
"Dianna," Yuric immediately squeezed into the room and even closed the door behind him. He held Dianna tightly, "Dianna, don’t be so cold to me. I truly like you."
"Yuric, don’t do this, let go of me!" Dianna coldly refused, but because of the drug’s effect, her voice sounded somewhat like she was half-heartedly refusing.
Yuric pulled Dianna forward two steps, and they both fell onto the soft bed, "Dianna, you’re already my fiancée, you’re mine. I will treat you well for the rest of our lives."
Yuric’s kiss immediately descended.
Dianna turned her head to avoid it.
But Yuric’s kiss landed on Dianna’s neck, and he reached to pull at her nightgown.
Dianna felt weak all over; she wanted to push Yuric away, but her fingers lacked strength. The concoction Tina had brought was too potent, quickly eroding her sanity.
Very soon, Dianna reached out to wrap her arms around Yuric’s neck.
Yuric froze; Dianna had always rejected him before, never letting him get close. Now she was actively embracing him, which delighted him.
Even knowing it was because of the drug, he was still happy.
Yuric straightened up to look at Dianna. Her long black hair spread across the white pillow, her cheeks flushed, eyes unfocused and dazed, with a few added charms of allure.
Yuric couldn’t help but become entranced, sincerely saying, "Dianna, I don’t care about your past, but in the future, you must belong completely to me, and we’ll be happy together."
Dianna, hugging Yuric’s neck, nodded, "Mm, okay."
Yuric lowered his head, wanting to kiss her lips.
"Cain..." Dianna murmured softly then.
What?
Cain?
Yuric completely froze, shocked to see Dianna’s unfocused gaze on his handsome face, seemingly looking through him at someone else, "Cain, I’ve always wanted to ask you, three years ago... why didn’t you want me?"
"I waited for you those days, waiting for you... to take responsibility for me..."
"Cain, I don’t want your life because I want you."
"I don’t want to go back with my mother; I want to stay with you forever."
Yuric went from shock to anger; he already knew Dianna liked Cain, but hearing her confessions firsthand still filled him with rage.
She liked Cain that much!
Now she was mistaking him for Cain, no wonder she actively embraced his neck. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Why?
Why on earth?
Yuric pulled out his phone...
...
In the next room.
Cain finished showering, put on a black shirt, and came out with a cigarette in his mouth, slightly bending to light it, one hand in his pocket taking a puff.
Then a "ding" rang out; his phone sounded.
A large rough hand reached over, grabbed the phone. It was a short video; he opened it to see Yuric inside a hotel room pressing up against Dianna, kissing her face...
Cain’s deep eyes suddenly narrowed; Dianna was actually in bed with Yuric!
The video was sent by Yuric.
Outraged, Yuric had lost his mind and sent such a video aiming to provoke Cain.
Cain gripped the phone tightly, his strong fingers turning pale, his broad chest beneath the black shirt heaving with every agitated breath like a beast with a lingering anger.
Suddenly, he turned around, striding towards the door.
He was going to find her!
"Cain, where are you going?" Christina Shaw appeared and blocked Cain’s way, preventing him from leaving.
The dim light fell on the man’s tall, robust shoulders. He stood against the light, his expression unclear, yet his handsome facial features appeared especially firm and resolute.
At this moment, he shed his usual carefree demeanor, revealing a glimpse of his true self.
Christina looked closely at Cain, suddenly having an illusion that this man was quite dignified and impressive.
Standing at six foot three, with the rugged maturity of masculinity, he looked strikingly impressive, upright and imposing.
Christina frowned, a foreboding feeling arising from a woman’s intuition, a very accurate one. She felt she’d never truly seen through Cain, and now this Cain seemed to show his true self!
"Cain, where are you going, it’s so late, don’t go out."
Ha.
Cain let out a low and dangerous chuckle from his throat, pushing his phone towards Christina, "Yuric sent this to me. Why would Yuric send me this video unless he knows Dianna’s past identity?"
