Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1295: He Called Out a Girl’s Name

Celeste Linden raised her head and looked towards the door where Ethan Barnes stood.

Ethan wore a black trench coat, the dust from travel and the night’s chill adding a trace of coldness to his handsome features. He stood at the door, tugging at the button on his collar, his eyes fixed on her.

He stared at her like a delicious prey, finally reaching the moment to indulge in his feast after several busy days.

Celeste stood up, "You’re back?"

Ethan stepped inside and with a "click," shut the door.

In the spacious bedroom, there were only the two of them.

"Come here," Ethan said.

Celeste walked over.

Ethan spread his arms, ordering arrogantly, "Help me undress."

Celeste didn’t defy him, obediently raising her fingers to help him undress.

"So obedient?" Ethan reached out and held her small, delicate face.

She noticed his narrow eyes slowly squinting, studying her with an ambiguous gaze, with a mix of disdain and scrutiny. He had clearly noticed her unusual obedience and docility these past few days.

Men like him have a very keen sense of danger.

Now, he was somewhat suspicious of her.

Celeste remained calm and even bravely met his gaze, she sneered, "Young Master Barnes, can I not behave?"

Ethan looked at her pure, pretty face and lowered his head to kiss her red lips.

Celeste turned her head to avoid it.

Ethan clasped her slender waist and pulled her into his arms, burying his handsome face in her neck, inhaling her youthful fragrance. He was completely captivated, "What’s wrong?"

"I have conditions."

"Ha, today you’ve come to negotiate with me?"

"I can go with you, but there must be a time limit. I can’t be your mistress forever. You tell me how long you want to play, a year is enough. After a year, you’ll let me go."

Ethan narrowed his deep-set eyes and began to tear at her dress. Today, she wore his favorite white dress. "A year? That’s too short. I need to think about it. How would I know when I’d tire of you..."

He hurt her, and Celeste bit her lip, enduring his humiliation. Every intimate encounter was his release, with no regard for her feelings, "You mustn’t trouble my brother anymore, and you must give my father a large sum of money, and a big house."

Celeste was making it all up, only to dispel his doubts.

Ethan took a few steps and directly pushed her down onto the big bed. As she struggled, he controlled her with one hand while opening his pants with the other, casually laying out promises, "Sure, sure, I promise everything you’ve said. I’ll protect your brother in the future, and provide for your father’s old age, is that okay? Can you sleep with me now, damn, the last time in the hospital wasn’t satisfying."

Celeste knew that was enough, but she furrowed her delicate eyebrows, "Can you be gentler? Do you have a violent tendency? You’re hurting me."

Seeing her endless chatter, Ethan simply pulled the pillowcase off a pillow and covered her small face with it.

Celeste’s nails left several marks on his body.

"Celeste..." At that moment, he murmured in her ear hoarsely.

Celeste?

When he was deeply absorbed, he called out someone’s name.

Celeste...

...

Late at night, one of Ethan’s subordinates hurried over and knocked on the door, "Young Master... Young Master, something’s come up outside, the patriarch wants you to return now... Young Master..."

With a "bang," Ethan inside threw something at the door.

The subordinate was frightened, breaking into a cold sweat, not daring to speak further. Their young master couldn’t be disturbed when in the mood, otherwise, he would get very angry.

No matter how urgent the matter, the subordinates could only wait outside.

After a while, the door to the master bedroom opened, and Ethan came out wearing a white shirt, the buttons unbuttoned, revealing a large part of his chest, which had several marks from a woman’s scratch, appearing quite suggestive.

"Young Master, the patriarch wants you to return now..."

Ethan held his pants, not having fastened the belt yet. With a frown and a face filled with displeasure, he kicked his subordinate and cursed, "I know, shut up!"

The subordinate swiftly closed his mouth.

Ethan returned to the room, which was in disarray with Celeste lying on the bed, covered in sweat.

Ethan fastened his pants and "clank," secured the belt. He reached out and patted Celeste’s flushed face, "I need to go out now, can’t accompany you anymore. I’m very busy these days, but I’ve booked the flight, for next Saturday. You shouldn’t go back, stay here. I’ll return next Saturday to take you."

Celeste quivered her eyelashes lightly, opened her eyes, "I need to go to the hospital to get some things, okay?"

Ethan nodded, "Okay, I’ll have the driver take you."

Celeste knew he had someone following her, restricting her freedom until next Saturday, essentially trapping her here.

"Alright." Celeste appeared very obedient.

Ethan landed a strong kiss on her cheek and then left.

Hearing the car leave from the lawn outside, Celeste swiftly uncovered herself from the bed. With Walter Barnes summoning Ethan, he was surely returning to the Barnes family’s old residence. Over the years, the Barnes family explored the commercial and political realms, wielding significant influence. If Ethan returns to the old residence, Walter Barnes is sure to be on the way there too.

Having studied the map beforehand, she noted that this location and the Barnes family old residence intersect at a traffic light intersection, meaning she could meet Walter Barnes there.

This was her only chance, a desperate gamble, to overturn everything.

Celeste quickly went downstairs, where the driver approached, "Miss Linden, the young master instructed me to take you back to the hospital, please get in the car."

"Okay."

...

Soon, the luxury car arrived at the traffic light intersection ahead, where the light was green, unobstructed.

Celeste suddenly spoke up, "Stop the car."

The driver applied the brakes, "Miss Linden, what is it?"

"I suddenly thought of something, I want to get out and go to the pharmacy to buy some items."

"Miss Linden, that’s not very appropriate, the young master..."

"Call your young master now, I’ll talk to him."

The driver was troubled; he didn’t dare to offend Celeste lightly, so he took out his phone and dialed Ethan’s number.

Soon, the call connected, Ethan’s lazy, magnetic voice came through, "Hello."

"Young Master, the thing is, I’m on the way to take Miss Linden to the hospital, but she wants to get out and go to the pharmacy to buy some items," the driver reported.

Ethan paused for two seconds, "What is she buying?"

Celeste replied, "I’m going to buy contraceptive pills, Young Master Barnes, you forgot to give them to me earlier. To spare you any trouble, I’ll buy them myself."

Four years ago when she was with him, every time they finished, he would have someone give her contraceptive pills.