Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1139: He’s My Man!

Dianna had just finished getting dressed. Her small, oval face was flushed a captivating pink, like it was brushed with rouge. Her collar revealed delicate skin marked with love bites.

Dianna looked at Kate Lee, and Kate Lee looked back at Dianna. Their eyes met.

"Mort...," Kate Lee began to ask.

Mort?

His real name is Mort Thorne?

Calling him "Mort" seemed so intimate.

Dianna said, "He’s inside, already asleep."

Kate Lee was taken aback; she was a doctor and knew how hard it was for Cain Shaw to fall asleep while dealing with his drug addiction, yet he was asleep now.

Could it be that this time he’s overcome his addiction?

Dianna looked at Kate Lee, "I haven’t been apart from him for long, so I don’t believe you two are married."

Kate Lee suddenly found herself lost in the clear, bright eyes of Dianna, momentarily stunned.

"Has he mentioned me?" Dianna asked.

Before Kate Lee could answer, Dianna continued, "It doesn’t matter if he hasn’t mentioned me; I can introduce myself. I’m Dianna, and he’s my man!"

"I can accept that you two grew up together, but I don’t want anyone else touching my man. The relationship between us, I’m sure you heard it loud and clear outside the door. He said his life was mine, and if he ever dares to betray me in this life, I will never let him go!"

With that said, Dianna left directly.

Kate Lee stood there, watching Dianna’s retreating figure. She was deeply shaken. This was her first encounter with Dianna, and the girl had expressed her fierce love for Mort and her possessive desire with blatant clarity. She was so open and fearless; Kate Lee began to understand why Cain Shaw fell in love with her.

Kate Lee’s face turned slightly pale. Suddenly, she felt that Dianna was an incredibly strong opponent. She wasn’t confident about competing with Dianna for Mort.

After standing by the door for a while, Kate Lee entered the room.

The room was dark, the lights were off, and Mort Thorne was still asleep.

The bed was a mess, a clear sign of what had transpired earlier.

However, counting the time from when Dianna entered the room and then left, it hadn’t been very long. Could it be... that Mort had a bit of a problem physically?

No matter what, she liked Mort Thorne.

Kate Lee gazed at Mort’s sleeping face with fascination, and suddenly an idea popped into her head.

What if she let Mort misunderstand, making him think that the person he was with earlier was her?

Kate Lee’s heart raced; Mort was in a state of withdrawal just now, his mind unclear. He didn’t even know that the person earlier was Dianna.

This golden opportunity had struck Kate Lee senseless, and she had to seize it.

Immediately, Kate Lee removed her clothes and lay down beside Mort.

...

Next day.

Mort Thorne turned in his sleep, stretching out an arm to pull the person next to him into his embrace.

He placed his handsome face against her long hair, whispering, "Dianna."

He had a dream.

A dream about Dianna.

But in the next second, his entire body tensed up. He opened his eyes suddenly, waking up.

He sensed something was wrong. The person in his arms didn’t feel like Dianna.

Mort opened his eyes to see Kate Lee’s pretty face magnified within his sight.

It was Kate Lee!

Kate Lee looked back at Mort shyly and affectionately, calling out, "Mort..."

"Why is it you?" Mort instantly pushed Kate Lee away and sat up abruptly. His forehead was covered in a cold, dark gloom, and his expression was so ominous it seemed about to drip water.

Kate Lee covered herself with the blanket, feeling a bit aggrieved, "Mort, it’s me. If not me, who else could it be?"

"Mort, last night... you were in so much pain; you grabbed onto me and I couldn’t pull away..."

"And if doing this alleviates your pain, I was naturally willing to..."

Kate Lee bit her lip, perfectly portraying an innocent girl who had been taken advantage of.

Mort’s eyes were bloodshot and terrifying, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, making a "creaking" sound that sent shivers down one’s spine.

For Kate Lee, every second was torture and torment now, because she didn’t know what Mort was thinking.

The air was suffocatingly tense.

After a long time, Mort slammed a fist heavily against the wall.

Kate Lee shrank back in shock, and Mort’s powerful fist had already punched a hole in the wall.

Blood flowed down from his hand in several lines.

"Mort, you’re hurt! Let me treat and bandage it for you!" Kate Lee immediately went to grab Mort’s hand.

But she couldn’t catch it; Mort suddenly got up and went into the bathroom.

Kate Lee was left behind.

She sat rigidly on the bed. She could see that Mort was shocked and regretful; he didn’t want last night’s woman to be her at all!

Even though he had no awareness last night, he subconsciously knew it was Dianna.

Just now, he held her and whispered Dianna’s name in her ear.

But since she had grown up with Mort, she knew his character very well. He was the pride of heaven, carrying a heavy sense of responsibility and duty. Now that he thought she had given herself to him, he couldn’t possibly ignore her.

Kate Lee thought that what she had to do now was to make Mort take responsibility for her.

Kate Lee took out a small knife and quickly cut her finger, blood immediately oozing out.

Kate Lee dripped the blood onto the messy sheets, creating a facade.

...

In the bathroom.

Mort supported himself on the sink, looking at his own reflection in the mirror.

This time period had been dark and wasted for him. Now his face was full of stubble, his addiction continuously consuming his health and willpower. His eyes were sunken; he could hardly recognize himself.

Mort turned on the tap, splashing cold water on his face.

Last night, he had a dream...

He dreamed of Dianna.

He dreamed Dianna came.

The feeling in that dream was so real, he could still recall it now. But when he opened his eyes, the person had turned into Kate Lee.

It was true he grew up with Kate Lee, but he only ever saw her as a sister. If he liked Kate Lee, he wouldn’t be single now.

Now, everything was a mess.

He couldn’t accept having slept with Kate Lee, his mind filled with the image of Dianna’s small, oval face, her cold yet fiery appearance.

That night, she sat astride his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, telling him Cain Shaw, I have a cleanliness obsession. I can’t tolerate any sand in my eyes. Now you’re my man, and if I ever find out about you having any illicit affairs with another woman, I certainly won’t let you two off. I will personally deal with you and the woman seducing you!