Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 993: Her Frenzied Jealousy

Justin Xavier slightly furrowed his sharp eyebrows and directly interrupted Laura Xavier, "This matter has nothing to do with Leah Thorne."

"Then what are you waiting for, quickly give me a big fat grandson!" Laura urged.

Justin Xavier had no patience for these words, "Mom, I still have things to do, I’ll hang up first."

...

As Justin Xavier was coming downstairs, he saw Leah Thorne standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a box in her arms, lost in thought.

Justin Xavier walked over and hugged her from behind, "What’s in the box?"

Leah Thorne clung tightly to her box, "It’s something Serena sent me, none of your business."

Justin Xavier scoffed, "I think you’re not just best friends, but rather soulmates."

Soulmates?

Did he actually suspect her and Serena of being more than friends?

Leah Thorne thought his possessiveness was frightening, and he was a huge bucket of jealousy, indiscriminately jealous, even of her brother before, and now of Serena. Could she not have a single breathing person around her other than him?

"Didn’t your mom call you?" Leah Thorne raised an eyebrow.

"She did."

"What did she say?" Leah Thorne asked, intrigued.

"She didn’t say much, Leah, actually, we could have our own child."

Leah Thorne turned her gaze to him, his dark eyes also fixed on her.

Justin Xavier’s voice softened slightly, "Leah, it depends on you, do you want to be a mom?"

"We used to have a child, but an accident happened to that child and left us, now we can let that child come back."

Justin Xavier’s large hand rested gently on her flat abdomen, tenderly rubbing back and forth.

Leah Thorne watched him for a few seconds, "President Xavier, are you serious? Raising a child is not like raising an animal, and you don’t have much affection for animals either, let alone children. I remember you never wanted kids before, are you ready now, prepared to be a dad?"

Justin Xavier looked into her alluring black eyes and nodded, "Leah, I’m ready now, I’m not getting any younger, let’s have a child to settle down. I’ll definitely love the child you give birth to. For the first time as a dad, maybe I won’t do well, but I’ll try hard. I’ll be a good dad and a good husband."

Leah Thorne listened intently, then suddenly curled her lips and started laughing, "Ha, hahaha."

She was truly laughing, shaking with laughter in his arms.

Justin Xavier furrowed his brow.

Then Leah Thorne stopped, her eyes curved as she looked at him, "President Xavier, I was moved by what you just said, but what can I do? I want to give you a child, but nothing can come out of here."

Leah Thorne pointed to her belly, "Isn’t it ironic? When I was pregnant, you didn’t want the child, and now when I can’t conceive, you tell me you’ll be a good dad."

With that, Leah Thorne pushed him away and coolly smoothed her skirt, "Alright, President Xavier, the joke’s over, let’s go have breakfast."

Leah Thorne turned and went into the dining room.

Justin Xavier was frozen in place, watching her departing figure, realizing his words had been nothing more than a joke to her.

Justin Xavier put his hands in his pockets, feeling somewhat ridiculous himself. With medicine so advanced today, if they truly wanted a child, they could find a way. In reality, a child hasn’t been born yet, how would he know if he’d like being a father or have the patience and kindness to be a good dad; perhaps he was just fooling himself...

He just, truly wanted a child. He just had a desperate desire to have a child.

He wanted a child of him and her.

Because he knew she would be a good mom.

With a child, she definitely wouldn’t let the child grow up without a dad, so she would always stay by his side; he could use this child to tie her down.

The child had nothing to do with him, only because the child was hers.

But she didn’t want to give birth.

Because she didn’t want to have a child with him anymore.

...

Carol received a call from Laura Xavier and shared the good news she knew with her, "Madam, the mistress’s cycle started today."

"Really? That’s wonderful!" Laura was delighted, "Justin and Leah Thorne just got married, it’s the perfect time now that Leah’s cycle has started, a godsend opportunity, Carol, you must seize it and get pregnant soon for me."

"Yes, Madam, I’ll do my best."

Laura had already returned to the Xavier family mansion, and she was quite happy about Leah Thorne’s inability to conceive because she didn’t want a child from Leah Thorne at all.

Her grandson would have half Thorne family blood—it was a great irony to her.

Laura hung up the phone and looked at Old Master Xavier on the sofa, "Dad, things should progress smoothly today."

Old Master Xavier sipped his tea, "I don’t want ’should’, I want... absolute certainty."

"Dad, what do you mean?"

Old Master Xavier’s murky eyes flashed with shrewd and sharp calculation.

...

Leah Thorne didn’t go out today; she was planning to go to the hospital to be with her brother.

Her brother was her greatest motivation now.

"Madam," Carol came over happily, "Madam sent some books over, I see they’re all about prenatal preparation and pregnancy education. The babies pictured here are so cute, Madam, do you prefer a daughter or a son? Although the madam prefers sons, I think daughters are nice too."

"By the way, Madam also sent over a lot of supplements for getting the body back in condition, and she said there’s a secret formula among them that makes it easy to conceive twins. Madam, why don’t I give birth to a boy and girl pair for the mister?"

Carol beamed as if the twins were already in her belly.

Leah Thorne curled her red lips slightly, "Wake up, stop daydreaming."

Carol, "..."

Leah Thorne glanced at the books in her arms, indeed all filled with pregnancy and childcare knowledge, even the cover adorned with cute little babies.

Leah Thorne looked away and turned upstairs to get her bag.

In the master bedroom, as Leah reached for her bag, her hand unexpectedly touched something—medicine sent by Serena.

Leah Thorne’s slender white fingers paused, and suddenly the images of the small babies from those pregnancy books came to mind as her long lashes slowly lowered. Perhaps she should admit it, she was jealous.

Insanely jealous.

Because others had healthy bodies and could have children.

But she couldn’t.

She couldn’t be a mom anymore.

After a few moments of silence, Leah Thorne picked up the small medicine bottle, opened the cap, and took a pill, swallowing it.

Putting the bottle back, she planned to go to the hospital to see her brother, but her phone rang. It was a call.

A call from Old Master Xavier.