Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 996: You’re Not Worthy—Do You Understand?
Justin Xavier sat in his office chair and began reviewing documents.
However, he found himself unable to concentrate.
All he could think about were the flirtatious exchanges he had with Leah Thorne earlier.
Tossing aside the pen in his hand, Justin Xavier pulled out a cigarette and held it between his thin lips. He lit it with a lighter, and as the scarlet flame flickered, he began to puff clouds of smoke, hoping the nicotine would numb his restless desires.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Carol’s voice came from outside, "Sir, your coffee is ready."
"Come in."
Carol pushed the door open and entered. As soon as she entered, she saw the man sitting in the office chair. His handsome face was obscured by the swirling smoke, making it hard to discern his expression, but she could vaguely see his brows knitted beneath the haze.
He smoked urgently, and bits of embers kept falling. His distinct fingers tapped the cigarette in the ashtray. His masculine aura was overwhelming.
Carol’s face flushed as she carried the coffee over, "Sir, your coffee."
Justin Xavier didn’t lift his head; he merely parted his lips indifferently, "Leave it and go out."
Carol hesitated. She wasn’t going to leave; now was a golden opportunity.
"Sir, you look tired. How about I give you a back rub and massage your shoulders? I learned how to do this," Carol reached out.
At this moment, Justin Xavier gently lifted his eyelids and glanced at Carol. His voice was low and frosty, "Don’t you understand the rules? Who allowed you to touch me?"
Carol’s hand stiffened.
Justin Xavier took a puff on his cigarette and gave her a once-over, "What kind of good girl goes around learning how to give back rubs and shoulder massages? Did my mother give you a health checkup? You’re not carrying some disease, are you?"
"..." Carol’s face turned deathly pale, looking at Justin Xavier in utter shock.
She had entered full of expectations, hoping to shine today. But clearly, to Justin Xavier, this was a case of beauty being useless. His humiliation came suddenly and fiercely, and Carol felt as though she’d been slapped multiple times.
Carol was utterly stunned.
Justin Xavier slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his profile cast in a layer of coldness, "Do you know why I brought you back here?"
"Beca... because... madam..." Carol stammered.
"Since you know it’s because of madam, how do you plan to handle the childbirth matter?" Justin Xavier asked as he tapped his cigarette, giving her another indifferent glance.
Carol always felt that Justin Xavier regarded her as air because he never looked at her, which she considered an insult.
Carol had long vowed that one day she’d make Justin Xavier’s gaze fall upon her.
Now her wish had come true; he had looked at her several times. However, his gaze was cold and disdainful, as if looking at a piece of garbage at his feet.
Carol clumsily clutched her maid uniform, "Sir, I... I... I’m, of course, following madam’s orders; I want to give you a son..."
"Ha." Justin Xavier suddenly let out a low laugh.
Carol immediately fell silent, her pretty face turning red, unable to comprehend what she said that made him laugh.
In front of this man of wealth, power, and status, Carol felt both nervous and inferior.
"Are you truly naive? Did you really think I would want a child from you?"
"Sir..."
"I wouldn’t dare have a child from you. If it turns out to be a daughter who enjoys giving back rubs and shoulder massages to men like you do, I might not be able to stop myself from killing her."
"..."
Justin Xavier’s straight back lazily leaned into the chair, continuing, "You seem rather dim-witted. I explained it clearly, but you still don’t get it. I’ll tell you now, listen carefully—I only say this once: I like good girls. My children must also come from good girls. You’re not qualified, understand?"
Leah Thorne is a good girl.
The treasured Aurora of the high-profile Thorne family, with a heart full of sunshine. Someone like him gravitates towards beauty and is always drawn to beautiful people.
Carol’s body had begun to tremble. She stood beside Justin Xavier, trembling as he humiliated her repeatedly.
This humiliation was of her own making.
"So, the question remains, how will we resolve this with my mother?" Justin Xavier tilted his head, thinking for a moment, "The child must definitely be born..."
Carol’s eyes suddenly lit up. She felt a glimmer of hope after a moment of despair.
The man who had been adamant about not wanting her to bear his child was now contradicting himself. To her, this was like a miracle.
"Sir..."
"Of course, this child definitely won’t be mine. I’ve already instructed my secretary to find a man..." Justin Xavier let the sentence hang, his icy, profound eyes glanced at her.
Carol’s mind buzzed at his words. She felt as if she’d been cast down from heaven into hell. What was he talking about?
He wanted her to have another man’s child?
No.
She refused!
She would only bear the Crown Prince of the Xavier family!
She wouldn’t bear children for those lowly, impoverished men; she wanted riches and honor, to gain status from her child.
"Sir, that’s impossible. If madam finds out about this..."
"Will you inform madam, hmm?" Justin Xavier asked in a low, eerie tone.
Carol fell silent; she perceived this man was truly sinister and capable of any unlawful action.
Carol was genuinely scared, her teeth chattering from the cold.
"I’ve finished speaking. You can go now. Keep a low profile in the future. If you become an eyesore to my wife, my mother won’t mind finding a replacement. After all, there are plenty of hens that lay eggs."
"..."
Carol opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She left as she came, full of anticipation, but left drenched in cold sweat, fleeing as if for her life.
But as she reached the door, the man’s deep voice called from behind, "What did you add to my soup?"
Carol’s steps halted, and she turned to look at Justin Xavier.
Justin Xavier extinguished the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray, shaking his head thoughtfully, "This doesn’t feel right; something was done to my soup. Tell me, what did you add?"
Justin Xavier knew his body’s changes all too well. Now his throat felt as if it had been scorched by hot coals, his whole body boiling with bloodlust.
His long, narrow eyes flashed scarlet as he looked up with a menacing glare at Carol.
Faced with such a look, Carol nearly dropped to her knees in fear, "Si... sir, it’s not my doing. These were madam’s orders, and I merely followed them. Madam wanted a grandchild so much that she added a little something to your soup..."
Justin Xavier’s eyes darkened, and a few seconds later, he stood up and left the study, heading straight for the master bedroom...
