Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1275: Hug Me

"What did you say, you’ve found Celeste? Where is she, where is she now?" Ethan Barnes rushed in front of his subordinate and grabbed the subordinate’s collar.

"Young master, Celeste is currently in the hospital."

Hospital?

Ethan grabbed his coat and headed out directly.

"Young master, you’re still receiving an IV drip." The subordinate quickly chased after him.

...

In the hospital.

Celeste was lying on the hospital bed, holding that Coco design book in her hand, but she had never opened it.

Zachary found it quite strange; it’s obvious Celeste liked this design book very much. Ever since Willow Crawford brought it, she would often hold it, unable to part with it, but she hadn’t opened it yet.

"Celeste, you should rest early. You’ll have surgery in a few days, and you need to get enough rest."

Celeste nodded, "Zachary, you can go back now. You don’t need to stay with me. I’ll sleep now."

"Alright." Zachary dimmed the lights and then left.

The ward was utterly silent, without a sound. Celeste had gotten used to this stillness. She tucked the design book under her pillow and closed her eyes to sleep.

That night, she slept uneasily, constantly having nightmares. She dreamt of being sold to the 1949 Club again, trying to escape but failing each time.

Every time she was caught, those people would beat her up. The worst time was when they broke her right leg.

In her dream, Celeste saw those fierce and sinister faces again. They even ogled her

"Boss, this girl has tough bones. The more we beat her, the more she tries to run. Why don’t we let the brothers sleep with her so she’ll accept her fate?"

"That face, that figure, the brothers are all really envious."

Those sinister and greedy people couldn’t wait to pounce on her and devour her.

But the boss of 1949 quickly stopped them, "Stay put, this girl is our main asset now. In a few days, we’ll auction off her first night; we can make a fortune."

Celeste’s forehead broke out in a cold sweat. At this moment, she felt a hand gently caress her face.

This feeling was too real and very familiar. Celeste suddenly opened her eyes.

The room was very dark; a person was sitting by her bed—it was Ethan Barnes.

Ethan had come.

A moment ago, it was he who had touched her face. Because she had awoken so suddenly, his hand had frozen mid-air.

"Awake?" Ethan withdrew his hand and flashed her a gentle smile.

In Celeste’s memory, the man in front of her was even more terrifying than those sinister and greedy people. He was all her nightmares, and his reappearance was enough to resurrect all her painful memories.

Celeste quickly sat up, curled up at the edge of the bed, looking at him with full vigilance, "You didn’t die?"

They hadn’t seen each other for three years, and the first words she said to him were "You didn’t die." Fine, Ethan considered this as her showing concern for him. "Celeste, after all this time, have you missed me?"

Celeste clutched the quilt so tightly that her knuckles turned stiff and white, "Missed you, I think about you day and night, wishing for you to die soon!"

The celeste eyes that were once hollow and dispirited, devoid of color, now burned with a fiery intensity upon seeing Ethan. The vivid colors seemed to reinvigorate her, making her come alive.

Ethan wasn’t angry at all, "What to do? It’s destined to let Celeste down; I can’t bear to die because if I die, I’ll definitely take you with me. All in all, I can’t bear for you to die."

Celeste looked at him coldly; he was exactly such an extremely psychopathic person.

"Celeste, why are you staying so far away from me?" Ethan said, spreading his arms, "Come, let me hug you."

Celeste, "Get lost!"

At this moment, Zachary’s voice suddenly came from outside; he had returned, "Celeste, are you asleep?"

Upon hearing the unfamiliar male voice, Ethan’s handsome face suddenly darkened, even his eyes narrowed slowly, "Who is he, your lover?"

Celeste’s heart tightened; she hadn’t expected Zachary to return only to be caught by this psychopath, Ethan, who had a frighteningly strong control over her, not allowing her to speak to or smile at other men.

During the year she was imprisoned, she was injured, and there was a male doctor who bandaged her up. She just pulled the corner of her mouth to thank the male doctor, and Ethan saw it.

At that time, he closed the door, came up, and hit her hard with a slap.

He cursed her, "I’ve given you my heart, and you don’t even smile at me. How can you smile so happily at other men, you bitch!"

He threw her onto the bed and ravaged her fiercely.

That male doctor disappeared afterward.

Celeste knew the consequences of Ethan’s anger. All along, he was the rock, and she was the egg that hit the rock. Her broken body could die, but she couldn’t let go of her brother, Miles Linden. However, she absolutely didn’t want to drag others into it.

"No." Celeste quickly denied.

Ethan’s handsome features were hidden in the darkness, indistinct. Soon, he licked his lips, the arrogance and defiance in his bones threatening to erupt. He stood up, walking towards the door.

Celeste’s pupils contracted; she quickly reached out and grabbed Ethan’s sleeve.

Ethan stopped his steps, looking down at her coldly.

Celeste shook her head, "No! He’s not as sordid as you think. He’s still a child, as old as my brother."

At this moment, Zachary’s voice came from outside again, "Celeste, are you asleep?"

Celeste nervously looked at Ethan; he didn’t move, so she quickly called out, "Zachary, I’m already asleep. If there’s anything, let’s talk tomorrow. Hurry home."

"Okay, Celeste, goodnight." Zachary’s footsteps gradually faded away.

Celeste finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, her jaw was forcefully pinched by slender fingers, compelling her to look up and meet his dark and gloomy eyes, "Hold me."

Hold me.

He said two words.

Celeste froze.

"What, do I need to make someone bring your little brother here?" Ethan tilted his head, smiling.

Celeste curled her fingers until she pierced her palm with her nails yet felt no pain.

She slowly moved, kneeling on the bed, raising her small hands to hug his neck, to embrace him.

At this moment, Ethan bent his tall waist down, his arms looping around, clutching her slender waist and forcefully pressing her into his arms.

Celeste collided into his embrace; his body was all muscle, it hurt.

Ethan buried his handsome face down, into the crook of her neck, "Celeste, you’ve grown up, you should learn to be obedient and not make me angry."