Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1142: You Annoy Me

The door opened, and their eyes met.

Mort Thorne hadn’t seen Dianna Hollis for a long time, only in his dreams. Today, Dianna was wearing a simple white long T-shirt. Her pure, jet-black hair fell over her shoulders, her small oval face unadorned yet coldly beautiful, her bright eyes sparkling like a vivid beauty right from a painting.

Mort felt that she had become even more beautiful these days. At only 21, she was still blooming day by day, unlike him, 35, gloomy and weathered.

Mort struggled to suppress his longing, forcing himself to stay indifferent. He looked at Dianna, "Did you come here to just say these things?"

When Dianna saw him, she wanted to rush into his arms and pour out her heart, but his aloof and cold demeanor dumped a bucket of cold water over her. She also saw Charles Bishop and Kate Lee in the room, one his brother-in-arms through life and death, the other his childhood sweetheart. Dianna could sensitively feel their rejection towards her; she felt like an intruder in their realm.

Dianna furrowed her brow and said, "Cain Shaw, what’s wrong? I have something I want to say to you; can you ask the others to leave first?"

Mort’s addiction had already kicked in, his hands hanging by his side tightly clenched into fists. He endured the physical pain, not allowing himself to show any abnormality. He didn’t want her to see his helplessness and misery, "They aren’t outsiders. If you have something to say, just say it."

He coldly rejected her.

Dianna was a bit disappointed. She wanted to talk to him in private, but with others around, how could she?

"Cain, what’s wrong? I haven’t seen you these days, and I feel your attitude toward me has changed. Did something happen?"

"I think the most basic aspects between a couple are honesty and trust. If you encounter any problems, I hope you could be open and tell me."

Kate nervously looked at Mort, fearing he would mention last night’s events, which would expose everything.

However, the Mort she knew was well-mannered. Even if he didn’t plan on taking responsibility, he would never let Dianna know about what happened between him and her in front of Dianna, because it’s a man’s integrity.

Sure enough, Mort said nothing, merely pressing his thin lips together, "Nothing happened."

"Really?" Dianna was suspicious.

The girl’s translucent, wise gaze fell on him, and Mort felt he couldn’t stand it. She might discover something at any time. However, he didn’t want her to know; he was ashamed.

If possible, he hoped to leave a beautiful memory in her heart.

"Enough, Dianna, what exactly do you want to say? I used to think you were very charismatic and attractive, but now I’ve found you’ve changed. You’ve become ordinary, clingy, paranoid, and so dull!" Mort contradicted himself.

What?

Dianna froze in place. Is this how he saw her?

"Dianna, are you blaming me for not being with you in the hospital? I had tasks; you knew that from the beginning. In the future, not only when you’re sick but even if you’re having a baby, I might not be able to accompany you. You initially claimed you would understand and not be a burden to me, but now you’re starting to tie me down. You’re making me feel annoyed!"

Dianna’s face turned pale. She shook her head, "I didn’t... I’m just worried about you..."

"Worried? Again worried? You know my identity is special. Who told you to come to Miaojiang to find me? Do you know your kind of worry will expose my identity and bring me fatal danger? Dianna, I don’t need your worry. Don’t become an additional burden to me. If you really care about me, go home now. I have a lot of things to do and no time to waste on you!"

His extremely cold words hit Dianna like hailstones. Before this, she had never felt aggrieved, but now she felt utterly overwhelmed with grievance.

These days, he left without a word, leaving her to face everything alone.

Last night, he had injured her, and anyone who saw it would have thought he abused her. She secretly applied ointment after going back, and some private wounds pained her throughout the night.

The next day, she earnestly came to find him, only to receive his heartless, cruel words?

He found her annoying?

He thought she was a burden?

He didn’t want to waste his time on her anymore?

There weren’t just the two of them here, but also Charles Bishop and Kate Lee, his closest comrades. He forced her into such an embarrassing situation?

Dianna’s pale eyes suddenly turned red.

Mort’s heart suddenly ached; he felt he couldn’t breathe. The stronger and braver the girl, the faster she would collapse. He knew he had completely broken her heart.

Maybe soon she wouldn’t like him anymore.

That would be for the best; he didn’t deserve it.

Things between him and Kate Lee... couldn’t be undone; he wouldn’t forgive himself.

He was also entangled with addiction, and the hope of survival was slim.

She was still young, blooming like a bud, and didn’t need to waste her youthful times on him.

Mort hardened his heart, "Dianna, I don’t want to see you. If you don’t want to cause me trouble, leave here and go home immediately."

After speaking, Mort turned his back to her, refusing to look at her anymore.

He couldn’t look at her because he feared his own softness, feared he would uncontrollably embrace her in the next second.

Soon, his tall figure stiffened suddenly because two small hands reached over from behind and wrapped around his firm waist. Dianna hugged him tightly from behind.

"This is the second time," she said softly.

What?

"This is the second time you said you didn’t want me. The first time was three years ago, and you also ruthlessly pushed me away like this."

"Cain, I can forgive you this time too. I know you bear so much; you must have your reasons and considerations for saying these things. However, if there’s a next time, if you say you don’t want me again, then I’ll truly leave."

Mort’s heart ached and softened immediately. After everything he said, he still couldn’t drive her away.

He knew what she said was true; if there was a third time, she wouldn’t want him again.

No matter how deeply she loves, by then, she would personally take a knife and carve him out of her heart.

Mort slowly raised his hand, and his rough finger pads rested on her small hand. Her skin was smooth, and he clasped her hand into his palm.

He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, ruthlessly removing her hand, "Dianna, didn’t you want my answer? I can answer you now."

She asked if he liked her?

Now, he could give her an answer.