Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1163: He’s Jealous!

Dianna shuddered slightly.

Mort Thorne looked down at the girl in his arms, his voice hoarse, "Dianna, I’m better now, so I want to plan our future properly. I’m no longer content with just one night’s pleasure. It’s not fair to you, of course. I want to sleep with you, but I also want to do it legally after we’re married. I want to go back soon and apply for marriage. With your mother, I will do my best to gain her acceptance. In short, marry me, and I won’t let you suffer any grievances."

It was the first time Dianna heard him say such things. It turned out he had long been considering marriage.

He had thought about everything thoroughly, making sure she wouldn’t suffer any grievances.

No wonder tonight he wasn’t as eager. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but he wanted to elevate their relationship further. Without marriage, he felt embarrassed to take advantage of her; this was all his tenderness towards her.

Dianna rested her head on his chest, listening to the "thump thump" of his strong and powerful heartbeat, which gave her a sense of security.

She thought that when they returned together, she would tell him about her illness.

With Serena and him by her side, any difficulties could be overcome.

"Mort, you said it, you must propose to me then." Dianna said coyly, her voice soft and tender, sounding like the 21-year-old girl she was.

Mort couldn’t help but smile as he saw her expression that seemed to say "if you propose properly, I’ll agree to marry you," "Okay."

Dianna raised her head and kissed his thin lips.

Mort wanted to push her away. He had already used all his self-control to refuse her tonight. If she kept teasing him, he feared he wouldn’t be able to control himself anymore.

Just then, Dianna’s small hands wrapped around his neck, her breath as sweet as orchids, "Mort, I want you."

Mort paused for a moment, and a few seconds later, he immediately turned over and pressed her beneath him.

"Old cow eats young grass," Mort once again experienced the energy and passion of a young girl.

... 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

In the morning, Dianna dragged her almost collapsing body back to her room. She stood under the shower in the bathroom, took a hot shower.

Her slender arms hugged herself, letting the comfortable water temperature cascade down from her head, two blushes emerging on her pink little face.

Now she was like a banana tree in the rain, delicately beautiful with a stunning charm.

Meanwhile, Mort turned over, stretching his strong arm to encircle the soft body beside him, wanting to hold her and sleep a little longer.

But the bed beside him was empty; she was gone.

Mort slowly opened his eyes, the haze clearing in a few seconds; Dianna had already left.

He immediately sat up from the bed, the dark blue quilt sliding to his muscular waist and abdomen, ambiguous scratch marks visible on his bronze skin.

Lifting the quilt, his long index finger hooked the bullet cover and jeans carelessly thrown on the floor, pulling them on.

Just then, there was a "knock knock" at the door, and Charles Bishop pushed it open, "Mort, you awake?"

Mort stood at the bed, tall and long-legged, dressing with his back to him.

The dazzling morning light outside the window streamed through the glass door, coating the man’s thick shoulders with a golden glow. He was putting on a black shirt, the robust shoulder line and the strong scapular line behind him forming a sexy valley. There were a few scratches on his back as well.

Charles quickly looked away, glancing at the blood test report in his hand, "Mort, the toxins in your body have almost disappeared. We should go back. We’ve received messages from above that although the entire criminal network in Starfall City has been uprooted, the second-in-command, Scorpio, has risen quickly and committed crimes in that area of Zanthos. Scorpio is the godson of the leader; he will likely contact you soon. So, Mort, you can’t resume your identity yet. You are still Cain Shaw."

Mort had anticipated this; it was almost impossible to completely eradicate the entire network. There were bound to be stragglers. He originally planned to marry Dianna as soon as he returned, but it seemed the marriage plan had to be postponed; he had a new mission.

Mort nodded, "Okay."

...

Mort came to find Dianna, arriving at her room door, raising his hand to knock.

But then the door automatically opened a crack, and through it, he saw a strange boy in Dianna’s room.

"Dianna, what a coincidence! We came here to travel, and we didn’t expect to run into you."

"Are you going back? Don’t go back; join us on our journey. We’ll see the lavender, the cherry blossoms, go skiing, do all the romantic things."

This was Dianna’s senior from university, who coincidentally also came here to travel and was now enthusiastically inviting her to join them.

Mort pursed his thin lips, seeing the eager glow of admiration in the boy’s eyes; it was easy to tell the senior liked Dianna.

Dianna, being the ice beauty of Rainbow Lake, attracted too many admirers among the boys.

Mort felt a bit displeased, not expecting Dianna to be entangled by other boys as soon as she got off his bed. His woman being coveted by other men was an utterly unpleasant feeling.

"Dianna, the world is vast, we should see more while we’re young, really take in the splendor of the world, do all the things you love, only then will we be happy." The senior continued to persuade.

Mort listened to these generous statements, looking at Dianna. She was indeed still young, unable to resist the temptations of the world at her age. How would she respond?

Dianna showed little expression as she politely distanced herself, "Senior, thank you, but I believe... we explore the world to find the most beautiful scenery in our eyes. I have already found the most beautiful scenery, so I’ve stopped. You continue on your journey, I won’t join."

Dianna refused.

The senior was disappointed, "Dianna, rest well, I’ll go out first."

"Okay."

The senior left.

...

With the guest gone, Dianna turned around, wanting to return to her soft big bed.

But just then came a creak, and the door opened again.

"Senior, why are you..."

Dianna’s voice halted because it wasn’t the senior who came in, but Mort.

Mort, tall and long-legged, walked in and closed the door.

Seeing her surprised look, Mort curled his lips into a half-smile, "What, not your senior, you disappointed?"

Dianna knew he was jealous; she playfully blinked, "What if I say I am disappointed?"

Mort stepped forward with long strides, towering over her slightly due to their height difference. With a stern face, he threatened, "You dare!"