Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1169: Come Here!

"Buddy, why are you so confident? That little girl just left without looking back. Be careful she doesn’t run off with another man."

Hearing this, Mort Thorne’s handsome brows furrowed deeply as he thought of Yuric Thatcher waiting outside.

Not only Yuric, but also Yuric No. 1, Yuric No. 2, Yuric No. 3... There were plenty of men eyeing her.

She’s only 21, a young girl in full bloom, with a pack of wolves lined up outside eyeing her hungrily.

Thinking of this, Mort felt a bit vexed, a bit unhappy.

"Buddy, I see that you’re pretty cold to that little girl. That’s your mistake. Nowadays, girls need sweet talk and money to indulge them. Guys like us who are in prison, with women waiting outside, have it so tough. Women’s hearts are very sensitive, they need a shoulder to rely on, someone to shield them from storms. Like that little girl, when she asks if you miss her, just say ’yes.’ If you don’t say it, how will she know you miss her?"

The neighbor next door kept rambling on, while Mort’s head was full of Dianna’s image, always feeling she was acting strange.

Mort suddenly sat up and shouted, "Open the door, I need to make a call!"

...

Mort stood in front of the phone, one hand in his pocket, and picked up the receiver with the other. He didn’t dial right away, but looked at a staff member. "You, yes you, let me ask you, how do you tell your wife you miss her?"

The named staff member looked bewildered. Was Mort talking to him?

The man had one hand in his pocket, his black tank top clung to his tall, strong build, outlining his muscles, evenly distributed around the eight-pack abs on his waist, sexy enough to make people drool.

At this moment, the man squinted his dark eyes at him, his tone lofty and commanding.

The staff member was fuming inside, this was outrageous—who exactly was locked up here?

"You, you..." The staff member stammered as soon as he started to speak.

Mort’s brow furrowed, impatiently, "What are you ’you’-ing for? Tongue-tied?"

"..."

The staff member admitted to feeling a bit scared. This man was filled with strong power, his presence commanding. "I... I don’t have a wife yet."

"..."

Mort pouted, giving the staff member a glare—what a waste of time.

However, women are just trouble.

Mort had seen many women, but wasn’t good at relationships, a blank area in his life.

Today felt unsettled, he still had some time to serve in prison, afraid she wouldn’t wait for him.

Mort lifted his foot and kicked the staff member’s desk, "Dianna, damn it, I like you!"

In a domineering CEO’s tone.

But feeling it was off, Mort removed his large hand from his pocket, showing a soft smile, "Dianna, I love you."

In a deeply affectionate tone.

Still wasn’t quite right.

Mort thought for a moment, made a mock gesture of kneeling on one knee, "Dianna, give yourself to me, I’ll take good care of you and love you in the future."

Damn, that’s way too humble!

Mort felt even more annoyed.

He then sharply directed his gaze at the staff member, who stood stunned watching his split-personality performance, mouth agape with shock wide enough to fit an egg.

Shit!

Mort cursed inwardly, feeling embarrassed enough.

He picked up the phone, dialing that familiar number engraved in his bones.

...

In the hospital’s VIP ward.

It’s nighttime, deep and silent. The ward is completely quiet, not even the lights are on. A small figure curls up on the bed, Dianna lies sideways under the quilt, eyes open looking at the window.

From her position she could see the stars in the sky, twinkling, lifting her little head she watches, feeling the passage of time dragging.

Soon the phone ring sounded abruptly—it was a call.

The phone was on the bedside cabinet, its screen lit up, automatically displaying the call from XX prison.

Mort Thorne.

Mort was calling.

She reached out her small hand to grab the phone, watching the caller display jumping on the screen, but didn’t answer immediately.

In prison.

Mort listened expressionlessly as the mechanical female voice on the other end of the line said, "Sorry, the number you dialed can’t be reached, please try again later."

His dark eyes suddenly turned sharp. The little thing dared not answer his call.

He continued to call.

That side still didn’t answer.

He kept calling.

The staff member glanced at the time, half an hour had passed, Mort just stood there making calls, probably hitting hundreds.

"Mort, time’s up, others are waiting to use the phone too," the staff reminded him.

At that moment, the mechanical voice had changed to, "Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off."

He had drained her phone completely.

Mort was also annoyed, she used to never act this way toward him, now she was getting bolder.

With a "click," he hung up directly and turned back to his cell.

...

Mort lay back in his bed, the neighbor next door noticed his displeased expression and quickly said, "Buddy, the little girl didn’t answer your call, right? See, you scared her away. Love requires mutual effort and maintenance. Maybe that little girl is out dating another guy, watching a movie, shopping for clothes..."

Mort’s rough big hand felt around on the bed, grabbed a book, and threw it at the neighbor’s face. "Damn, can you shut up?"

Neighbor, "..."

With peace restored at his ears, Mort’s mind was full of Dianna’s little face, she refused to answer his call.

Does she not like him anymore?

Is she going to leave him? 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

She used to never be able to bear treating him like this.

Mort sat up again, loudly shouting, "Open the door, I need to make a call."

Mort made a call, speaking in a lowered voice, "Hey, find a reason to get me out... missing a woman, missing terribly..."

...

Early the next morning, at the hospital.

Leah Thorne had cooked some millet porridge and brought it over, Dianna was leaning at the bedhead drinking it obediently.

She wasn’t very hungry, only had a few spoonfuls and couldn’t eat any more.

At that moment, "ding," she received a text message.

Her slender lashes trembled slightly, taking the phone and opening the message.

XX villa, come over.

Just a few simple words, making Dianna’s heart skip a beat.

She carefully read the words a few more times, verifying that Mort invited her to the villa.

Where... where is he now?

How is he inviting her to the villa?

Dianna suddenly thought of a possibility, this idea sprouting and growing wildly in her heart. She looked up at Leah Thorne, "Leah, I’m going out for a bit."

After speaking, Dianna took her coat and immediately left.

"Hey, Dianna, where are you going..." Leah hadn’t finished speaking before Dianna’s figure had disappeared.