Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1201: Pregnant

Dianna glared at Mort Thorne in front of her but didn’t say anything.

...

An hour later, the luxury car stopped at the underground palace.

In the luxurious box, Scorpion and Dianna sat at the head position, while Mort Thorne stood in a dim corner.

At that moment, the door to the box was pushed open, and the lady boss brought in a group of glamorous women. "Gentlemen, I’ve called over the top girls from our palace. As long as the price is right, take your pick."

The top girls of the underground palace were all young and beautiful, with fair skin and long legs. They quickly swooped towards Scorpion, "Sir, choose me."

"Shoo, shoo, my lawful wife is here, go play elsewhere." Scorpion shooed the top girls away.

Though the top girls were pretty, compared to Dianna, there was no contest.

"Sir, if you’re not going to choose us, then why call us over?"

Scorpion pointed towards Mort Thorne in the corner. "Tonight, my chauffeur is your gentleman; he’s the one choosing you."

"Chauffeur?"

The top girls immediately showed disdain. They usually served the high and mighty, notable figures on both sides of the law. When had they ever served a mere chauffeur?

They turned as one, looking over at Mort Thorne in the corner.

Mort Thorne stood there in black clothes, his cap pulled low, making him look silent and somber.

Though his face wasn’t visible, his physique was.

The watchers couldn’t help but let their gaze roam over him, from top to bottom, scrutinizing every inch. Mort, nearly 1.9 meters tall, was broad and muscular, the black t-shirt barely containing his rippling muscles, his waistline narrow, the perfect V-shape disappearing into his trousers, tempting one to lift his t-shirt to check for that chiseled six-pack.

The ladies who were disdainful moments ago now gasped, this man’s physique was downright tantalizing, enough to induce a nosebleed.

The leading men of idol dramas or the international male models on big runways didn’t have a physique as fine as his.

Exquisite.

"Sir," someone called coyly, running straight to Mort Thorne’s side, "Pick me, I’m pretty."

"Pick me, pick me, I have a great body."

"Get lost, he should pick me, I’m pretty and have a great body too!"...

In a flash, the top girls were almost starting a fight over Mort Thorne.

Dianna sat in a soft sofa, watching Mort Thorne surrounded by those seductive women, her delicate eyebrows knitted.

Three years ago, when he was Cain Shaw, many women liked him.

Three years later, having lost everything, he still attracted women.

It’s as if they couldn’t get enough, all wanting to be with him, never lacking admirers.

"Just a chauffeur and you’re all fighting over him. Isn’t the underground palace supposed to be a money pit for men? Have you never seen a man before?" Dianna remarked.

Mort Thorne lifted his dark eyes to glance at Dianna upon hearing this; he saw a twinge of jealousy in her bright eyes.

She was jealous.

A faint smile tugged at Mort Thorne’s handsome eyelids.

Scorpion took a sip of wine, "Dianna, you’re wrong this time. My chauffeur’s body is truly impressive. If you don’t believe it, let him show you a few push-ups."

Before Dianna could speak, the beauties eagerly piped up, "Sure, sure, but we want him to do it shirtless."

A man doing push-ups is when his physique is most evident, especially when shirtless, making it even more exciting.

"Wow, take it off, take it off, we all want to see." The top girls were excitedly gesticulating.

It’s often said that men are visual creatures, drawn to beautiful women, but when women become visual creatures themselves, men hardly stand a chance. Women, too, love a handsome face and solid muscles, heart-pounding.

"Da Shan, then take off your shirt and do some push-ups," Scorpion instructed.

Mort Thorne shot Dianna a glance, then stepped forward, lifting his hand to remove his black t-shirt.

The man stripped with practiced ease, his back muscles prominently flexing, exuding raw male power.

The shirt was tossed aside, revealing his muscular chest, a tight waistline with defined abs. His skin was a deep bronze, glistening like honey, every ounce of muscle tantalizing, begging for a second glance.

Wow!

The top girls gasped collectively, turning into fanatics, practically drooling.

They had never seen such an extraordinary physique.

Even if just a mere chauffeur, without money, they’d still want to be with him.

Mort Thorne stepped forward, lying down, performing a few push-ups.

Dianna watched him, struggling to find the words to describe his posture now.

The muscle frame alone said it all, especially the way his back dipped during push-ups, revealing a pert shape bounded by black trousers, moving with every push-up, so enticing.

To embody such primal energy as a man is wild and wicked.

It’s no wonder that regardless of wealth, throngs of women are drawn to him, he possesses that kind of allure.

Dianna hadn’t wanted him to do push-ups in the first place; now those top girls were even more enthralled.

"Sir, doing push-ups like that is so dull. I watched a video once; they had someone lying flat while a woman sat on their waist doing push-ups,"

"I’ll do it."

"Let me."...

Dianna felt her heart tighten. Visiting this underground palace opened a whole new world for her; these top girls surely knew how to have fun.

Having him lie there, with a woman sitting on his waist, then doing push-ups, the mere thought of it caused a blush.

Such actions should only be shared with cherished partners, be it a lover or a wife, a game she herself had never played.

"Da Shan, the girls are so enthusiastic, why not pick one?" Scorpion acted like an encouraging spectator, further egging on the situation.

Mort Thorne stood up, gazing calmly at the excited top girls.

Was he going to choose someone?

Despite having a mission at hand, Dianna didn’t want to witness this scene.

She didn’t want him to engage in such games with other women.

At this moment, Dianna pressed a small hand to her chest, dry heaving softly.

She was retching.

Mort Thorne’s muscles tensed, his gaze immediately landing on Dianna.

"Dianna, what’s wrong?" Scorpion asked in concern.

Dianna shook her head, "It’s nothing, I just got to Serrano, and I’m adjusting poorly to the water and soil."

"Oh," at this moment, a top girl exclaimed, "Can it be... you’re pregnant?"

Women often vomit during pregnancy; this possibility quickly struck a chord with others. "Oh my gosh, she must be pregnant, congratulations, congratulations!"