Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 626: Holding Her Little Feet

As soon as he arrived, all eyes were drawn to him. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Serena felt like she was hit by countless darts, shot by those envious girls.

Serena chuckled, her rosy lips puffed out, and she whistled at him.

Mr. Crawford lifted the corners of his thin lips, even his handsome eyes showing a hint of playful amusement, "When a woman whistles at a man, it means she wants to reel him in. Are you trying to reel me in?"

Reel him in?

Serena raised her delicate curved brows, "A woman would whistle when she sees a perfect young master too."

Perfect young master?

Mr. Crawford glanced at her, "What does that even mean?"

As expected, he didn’t understand. Serena patiently spat out a word, "Gigolo."

"..."

Mr. Crawford extended his slender fingers, picked up her little foot from the water, and held it in his palm, "If I’m a gigolo, then you’ll never be able to afford me."

"..." Indeed, she was disdained!

He turned the tables on her, quickly seizing home ground advantage.

He really was a master at flirting with women. Serena couldn’t figure out if there was anything he couldn’t do.

Her snow-white small foot was held in his palm, his fingertips caressing it, giving her a tingling sensation.

Serena squirmed, "What are you doing, let me go!"

Mr. Crawford gently pinched her little foot and used his shirt to wipe the water droplets off it, "The water is cold, no playing in cold water, up you go."

He wiped her foot with his shirt, his expression focused.

Serena’s long eyelashes fluttered.

He was always good to women—gentle, gentlemanly, considerate, caring, and generous—a perfect lover.

Serena forcefully pulled her little foot back, "Why should I listen to you, let go... mmph!"

Mr. Crawford placed his large, well-defined hands on the stone beside her, encircling her slender figure in his arms, then lifted his head and kissed her on the lips.

Serena froze.

He pressed down on her fragrant soft lips, gently prying them open.

His kiss was gentle yet firm, not a stormy plunder but an extreme tenderness.

He really enjoyed kissing her.

Not just from his increasingly frequent requests for kisses, when he kissed her it was like savoring a delicious pudding, indulging himself in her sweetness, while making her feel comfortable.

He truly was a man women could easily fall for.

Serena quickly pushed him away.

Mr. Crawford didn’t force her, releasing her lips and burying his head in her pink neck, breathing heavily, "Come on, up you go. Don’t make a scene, the more you do, the more uncomfortable I get."

His body was indeed uncomfortable.

Serena vaguely guessed what he meant, and glanced around to find countless eyes fixed on them, especially those pretty little girls, utterly charmed by his series of domineering, high-profile moves, wishing they could trade places with her.

At this moment, Serena felt a jealous, venomous gaze land on her. She looked up to find Buena staring daggers at her.

Buena was here too, her eyes blazing with jealousy, fixed on Serena.

From Buena’s angle, she could see both their profiles, Mr. Crawford half-pressing on Serena’s slender figure, the two locked in a long kiss, utterly ignoring others’ gazes, passionately kissing.

Buena’s gaze roamed over Mr. Crawford, his wet long clothing perfectly outlining his tall, lean physique. His body could put any ’perfect young master’ to shame, a body that makes women weak at the knees.

Buena wished she could become Serena. Why hadn’t she met such a man?

No woman could resist a man like that.

Serena’s snow-white earlobes turned a little red; she was modest, so she pushed him and said, "Then let go of me, let me up."

Mr. Crawford hugged her soft slim waist, his voice hoarse, "Let me hold you a bit longer, I can’t go out like this."

He added, "You wouldn’t want another Buena, right?"

"..."

Serena kicked him, "I’d rather you be surrounded by beauties, and end up expending yourself with excitement in The Hall of Elysian Bliss one day!"

Mr. Crawford pinched her slim waist, "Believe in yourself, you alone are more than enough."

"...Get lost!"

Serena began to struggle within his iron-bound arms, writhing like a water snake.

Mr. Crawford furrowed his sword-like brows, lifted her by her slim arm, and pushed her away. In his deep, narrow eyes, a few frustrated embers danced as he huskily commanded, "Go up! The longer I hold you, the more uncomfortable it gets!"

"..."

Serena scrambled to her feet and ran off.

...

Watching her charming figure disappear from view, Mr. Crawford turned and got ashore.

Buena, being nearby, immediately went up to Mr. Crawford, speaking sweetly, "Mr. Sterling, I..."

Mr. Crawford didn’t even glance at her, brushing past her directly.

Buena was so furious she almost spat blood.

She clenched her fists, driving her nails into her palms.

...

When Serena got back, she prepared the two fish, then stewed a pot of delicious fish soup, garnishing it with some green onion—it looked, smelled, and tasted wonderful.

After dinner, Serena’s little belly was round and full.

"Mr. Crawford, I cooked the meal, you do the dishes." Serena boldly ordered Hayden Crawford to wash the dishes.

Mr. Crawford gave her a look, a bit displeased, but he still obediently took the bowls to wash them.

Serena was rather smug. At this moment, she noticed a sneaky figure outside—it was Buena.

Buena had come.

If at first Serena just found Buena somewhat familiar, then just now by the river, when Buena’s jealous and malicious gaze fixed on her, Serena was sure Buena was someone she knew.

The question was, who exactly was Buena?

Serena got up, walked out, hands behind her back in a casual stroll, her bright eyes fixed on Buena, "Sister Buena, what are you sneakily looking at over here, could it be... my brother?"

Buena snorted, saying nothing.

Serena moved forward, whispering in Buena’s ear, "What do you like about my brother? He has no money, no status, can’t give you a good life. Of course, he’s handsome, with a great body, probably a great companion in bed, offering a wonderful nightlife. Is that what you’re after, Sister Buena?"

These words were very suggestive, full of implications, making Buena’s pretty face turn red instantly.

"Sister Buena, why are you blushing? What’s in your head?" Serena asked with a smile.

Buena wanted to say something, but at this moment, she caught sight of a tall, handsome figure in the corner of her eye—Hayden Crawford had arrived. Buena immediately put on a soft, shy expression, "Sister Sterling, what are you talking about? I don’t understand any of it."