Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1125: Did You Steal a Kiss from Me?
What?
Just now, what did she say?
Cain Shaw’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. His large hand clasped onto her fragrant shoulder, "What did you say? Say it again!"
Dianna looked at him and repeated once more, "Cain, I like you."
She said Cain, I like you.
Cain never dared to think that she might like him too. After all, three years ago, she was unwilling, and later she was going to be engaged to Yuric Thatcher, yet she actually liked him.
"Dianna, this is not something to joke about. If you dare to lie to me, you’re done for, you know?" he glared at her fiercely.
Dianna wasn’t afraid of him. She just liked him and had kept it in her heart for three years.
She had a cold personality, indifferent to everyone, like ice. But once she confirmed her feelings and met someone she liked, she could be as passionate as fire.
Dianna didn’t speak, but she answered his question with her actions. She closed her eyes and kissed his lips...
...
It was unclear how much time had passed. Everything quieted down,
On the soft, large bed lay two people. Cain stretched out his hand and pulled Dianna into his embrace.
He was covered in sweat, but Dianna didn’t find it unpleasant at all. His body was all bones and muscles, as hard as iron, strong and sturdy.
Dianna kept her eyes closed, not daring to open them.
Cain raised his large hand and rubbed her pure black hair, chuckling hoarsely, "Why so shy now? Where did your courage go from just now?"
Dianna’s small, oval face looked like a freshly bloomed rose, tender and lively. Knowing he was teasing her, she clenched her fist and softly punched him.
Although she didn’t mean to act coy, in such an intimate atmosphere, it was a bit annoying, like a playful punch on the chest.
Cain grabbed her small fist and pulled her tightly into his arms, then leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead.
Dianna could feel his affection for her and simultaneously felt this kiss was familiar. Her butterfly-shaped eyelashes fluttered, she opened her eyes, gazing at him with watery black eyes, "Cain, that day when Yuric had a car accident, did you visit me at the hospital that night?"
Cain paused.
"You not only visited me but also stole a kiss, didn’t you?" Dianna pursued.
Cain knew he couldn’t hide it anymore, but he was too embarrassed to admit it. He turned around, reaching for a cigarette on the nightstand, intending to smoke.
But just as he moved, Dianna’s hand reached around from behind, wrapping around his muscular waist. She brought her small face close to his ear, whispering softly, "Cain, you like me too, don’t you?"
Cain felt his solid frame tightly entwined with her, the girl so soft and delicate like jade. At that moment, he could only think that a gentle embrace truly brings even heroes to their knees.
The cigarette was right there, within reach, but Cain suddenly pulled back his hand, then flipped over, pinning Dianna beneath him.
Three thousand strands of black hair spread out over the white pillowcase. Dianna didn’t shy away, her clear, cold eyes staring straight at him.
She knew he liked her too!
Cain lowered his head, saying nothing, and just started kissing her. A man of his status and age had reached a mature, deep stage, not the type to express love and affection verbally, but he showed it all through actions.
He liked her.
He used to admire her wisdom, courage, and resilience, and now he even more loved the passionate, fiery side that she revealed to him, shedding her icy exterior. She was both ice and fire. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Dianna raised her small hand, wrapping it around his neck, whispering, "Cain, it’s already late. Aren’t you going back?"
If he stayed, it meant spending the night with her.
Cain looked at her, "Do you want me to stay?"
"Yes." Dianna answered him without a hint of coquetry.
Cain curled his lips, placing another kiss on her face.
Dianna shyly pulled the covers over them, still hugging him, flipping over, "You get to kiss me. Can’t I kiss you too? I want to kiss you too."
After a while, Cain pressed her back, and they rolled from one side of the bed to the other.
...
It was unclear how much time had passed when a lingering ringtone sounded. Cain’s phone on the nightstand was ringing.
There was an incoming call.
Cain reached out from under the covers, pressing a button to answer the call. Old man Shaw’s voice immediately came through, "Hello, Cain."
Hearing Old Man Shaw’s voice, Dianna’s heart tightened. She quickly raised her hand, pressing it against Cain’s chest.
Feeling her alertness and tension, Cain placed the phone beside the pillow, then leaned down to kiss her eyes, speaking casually, "Father."
"Cain, I and the leader are about to board the plane. We’ll be flying to you by tomorrow. I don’t know why, but I’ve been feeling uneasy, so you must ensure there’s no problem on your end at all." Old Man Shaw instructed.
"Understood, don’t worry." Cain responded.
"By the way, where’s Tina? Let me have a word with Tina."
Old Man Shaw suddenly brought up Christina Shaw, and Dianna immediately opened her eyes to look at Cain, as if to say, what now?
Cain was not flustered at all. He held Dianna’s small hand, threading his fingers through her slender white ones, tightly interlocking them, then unexpectedly caused her some pain.
Dianna frowned, her small face turning so red it was about to drip with blood. The bed squeaked with ambiguous sounds, and she parted her lips, letting out a low cry.
"Hahaha," Old Man Shaw laughed heartily, "Seems I called at a bad time, interrupting your couple time. Very well, Cain, make sure Tina gives you a son soon."
Old Man Shaw, satisfied, hung up the phone.
Cain looked at the girl. There was an unspeakable understanding between them. With just a look or gesture, she could follow his lead, knowing exactly what he intended to do, and perfectly cooperating with him.
Cain’s kiss landed on her forehead, laughing in a hoarse whisper that only the two of them could hear, "So you can make such a sound, sounds so good."
Dianna’s fist landed on his shoulder, not satisfied with just one hit, she punched him several more times.
...
Cain got out of bed first, his shirt hanging loosely on his body, black trousers casually fastened around his waist. He went into the bathroom, fetched a basin of hot water, and used a towel to gently wipe Dianna’s body.
Dianna lay on the bed, not even having the energy to lift her eyes.
Once done, Cain got out one of his white shirts and put it on her, fingers deftly fastening the buttons, then gently brushing away the strands of hair clinging to her cheek, speaking softly, "Dianna, I just realized I didn’t use protection."
