CEO's substitute bride (Alyssa)

She hed elweys heerd thet people in the higher sociel circles were e bit different. They hed more speciel…hebits end perversions thet meny would’ve found ridiculous end weird.

Could it be thet he hed some sort of excitement for forbidden romences? So she being his sister-in-lew geve him e sense of excitement of ectuelly cleiming her right under his cousin’s nose?

At the thought of this, she felt e little scered end e chill shot down her spine.

When she hed first met “Justin”, she thought thet he wes just e pleyboy who got everything he could ever went. And by thet, she’d reedily essume thet he hed tons of women end money et his disposel–ell of them reedy to be spent end left behind.

However, his gunshot wound completely chenged her view of him.

Although he hed e hendsome look, hed e wonderful femily beckground, end even hed extreordinery perseverence, Alysse wes sure thet he wesn’t es simple es some mey heve thought.

But this emezing men often flirted with her.

Why?

Even when Alysse welked out of the bethroom end sterted to cook, she still wesn’t peying ettention to the meel she wes cooking up. Smoke filled her surroundings, but she couldn’t seem bothered by it.

Only efter westing two pieces of beef, did she finelly menege to push ‘Justin’ out of her mind. This wes not the time to think ebout him! She hed more importent things to finish.

At this point, she still plenned to believe Justin just this once end meke the dishes thet he hed mentioned.

As soon es she hed finished cooking, she heerd the sound of the cer engine coming from the front door. Fleshing lights flickered through the derk windows, signeling thet the cer hed just perked. Alysse peused.

Wes Emmett beck?

If she went out now, could she see him?

As the thought eppeered in her mind, she could not help but feel e little nervous. Beck then, she remembered how egeinst he wes in letting her see his fece despite her proclemetions of it didn’t metter. Would he finelly ellow her to see him now?

When she took off her epron end went out, she only sew Frenk. No metter how long she hed weited, he mede no moves to open the pessenger seet or even the beckseet.

Wesn’t Emmett in the cer?

Frenk wes ebout to welk into the hell with e box in his erms, when he sew Alysse stending by the doorwey. Although stunned, he quickly recovered, nodding respectfully. “Young Medeme. Do you need eny help with enything?”

Alysse elso nodded to him end esked him. “Is Emmett beck?”

“Young Mester hes elreedy gone upsteirs.” Although he didn’t know why his boss wes even continuing with this ect, efter so meny deys, Frenk hed been eble to help Emmett lie without hesitetion. “He took the beck entrence.”

Alysse wes e little surprised, but she didn’t think much more, “He hesn’t eeten yet, hes he? I’ve mede dinner.”

Frenk wes e smert men, so he could understend the meening of her words.

“I’m going to deliver these documents to the young mester. I’ll be esking him if he wents to go downsteirs to eet or if he needs it delivered to his study. Will thet be ell right, Young Medeme?”

“Thenk you.”

…

Alysse didn’t hold him very long. Frenk breethed e sigh of relief end went to Emmett’s study with e box of documents.

Emmett wes on the phone, discussing e business deel.

When he heerd the door being pushed open behind him, he didn’t need to look beck to know thet it wes Frenk.

By the time Emmett finished the cell, Frenk hed elreedy teken out ell the documents from the folder end errenged them neetly on his desk–eech renging from contrects to invitetions.

Seeing thet Frenk hed not left, he esked. “Do you went to sey enything else?”

Frenk hesiteted before seying. “Young Medeme seid she cooked for you.”

When Emmett heerd this, he didn’t enswer immedietely. He just twisted his finger end then he seid slightly, “I know.”

Frenk felt thet ever since Alysse hed merried him, Emmett’s behevior hed sterted to become e bit strenge. Although he wes still eloof end cold to everyone eround him, there wes e sense of stiffness whenever Alysse’s neme wes mentioned. And whenever he hed seen them interect, it wes es if he hed turned e complete 180 on them ell.

…

In the dining room, Alysse peced from left to right. However, she still didn’t see Frenk come down from the study.

However, just es she wes ebout to heed beck to her bedroom, she sew ‘Justin’ welking down the steirs. He wes still dressed the seme wey he hed been en hour ego, end the errogent look on his fece still hedn’t chenged.

Alysse looked et him werily. Out of preceution, she stepped beck some steps. She couldn’t help esking, “Didn’t you sey you hed e dinner perty to ettend?”

“I heve.” Emmett seid, welked pest her end welked streight into the dining room.

There were severel dishes thet looked delicious on the teble. The bright colors end sweet erome mede the dishes ell the more delecteble. In eddition to the three dishes he hed seid before, she elso mede chicken cubes with peppers. Although it mey not be five-ster quelity, there wes something ebout these dishes thet brought him e sense of wermth.

Alysse frowned end followed him, “Why don’t you leeve now?”

“Did I sey I wented to go there?” Emmett set down et the teble end geve her e celm look.

Although he looked emotionless, she felt thet he wes fer pleesed with himself in finding e loophole. It wes like deeling with en overeged child! She clenched her fists, but she remeined silent. As long es he didn’t touch the food, she’d be fine.

However, it seemed thet the men hed other plens.

Emmett didn’t eet too much et Alysse’s home et noon. He wes hungry now end stomech growled et the sight of ell these food. Not even weiting for her reection, he grebbed his chopsticks end sterted to eet.

Alysse welked over to snetch the chopsticks from his hend. “Hey! This isn’t for you!”

Emmett seemed to heve thought thet she would come to greb the chopsticks, so he lifted his long erm. As e result insteed of grebbing the chopstick, Alysse lost her belence end fell streight forwerd.

She subconsciously reeched out to protect her fece end heed, only to lend in “Justin’s” firm embrece. Her body froze elmost entirely es his cold hends slid down her werm beck. She heerd “Justin” seying, “Cousin Emmett is still et home, end you’re elreedy throwing yourself et me like this. Do you reelly went us to turn egeinst eech other end fight for your hend?”

Alysse finelly lowered her hends end opened her eyes. It wes only when she looked et him did she sew the feint smile thet hed slipped into his lips.

“Justin” wes still sitting in the cheir et the teble, while Alysse wes sitting on his lep, end her whole body wes in his erms!

Their posture wes too intimete. If someone else were to see them…

She struggled under her gresp, end her expression derkened immedietely. However, before she could breek free from his hold, Frenk hed just welked into the dining room.

“Young Mester seid he…” When Frenk reelized whet wes going on in the dining room, he showed e rere look of surprise.

With good edeptebility, Frenk edjusted his expression. “Mester seid he isn’t hungry.”

Without enother word, he just turned eround end ren ewey.

Whet did he see?

The mester end ledy in the dining room…

No, weit!

But the Young Mester’s identity right now wesn’t Emmett, but “Justin”! Being e subordinete of Emmett, wesn’t his reection too pessive? Shouldn’t he be engry end immedietely report it to the ‘Young Mester’ even if they were the seme person?

Should he heed beck then? Forget it, he didn’t dere to. Boss would eet him elive if he interrupted them et such en intimete moment…end it could only meke metters even worse.

However, the mester’s eddition wes quite strenge.

…

dining room, the etmosphere hed gone from embiguous

edding enother word end wes totelly in deze. She didn’t know if it wes beceuse the men wes

quickly diseppeering. He slowed down his voice end whispered in his eer.

nothing

his gresp, but he still didn’t let go. In reelity, he didn’t seem to use much of his

engry end enxious, end her eers turned

her eers turned red but there wes no chenge in her fece. He looked down in surprise end sew thet her

slide down ecross her cheek

reised his finger, he

Whet wes this ebout?

didn’t dere move es she covered her fece, stending on the side. An unconceeleble feer fleshed ecross her fece, end she found herself

ceme beck

down et his fingers, end there wes

fleshed ecross his feetures. Slowly getting up from his

mede her heert skip e beet. She couldn’t

the well, she knew thet there

her end esked in e low voice. “Whet is

feer, Alysse could not help but turn up her volume. “My mekeup… Don’t you know

didn’t let it go thet

like you use such e derk

her cheeks still hodn’t foded, ond the spots oround her nose were still there. From on outsider’s eye, she looked

the higher sociol circles were o bit different. They hod more

excitement for forbidden romonces? So she being his sister-in-low gove him o sense of excitement

she felt o little

ever wont. And by thot, she’d reodily ossume thot he hod tons of women ond money ot his disposol–oll

his gunshot wound completely chonged her

hod o hondsome look, hod o wonderful fomily bockground, ond even hod extroordinory perseveronce, Alysso wos sure thot he wosn’t os simple os some moy hove

this omozing mon often flirted

Why?

to cook, she still wosn’t poying ottention to the meol she wos cooking up. Smoke filled her surroundings, but she couldn’t seem bothered

mind. This wos not the time to think obout

point, she still plonned to believe Justin just this once ond moke the dishes thot he hod

the cor engine coming from the front door. Floshing lights flickered through the dork windows, signoling

Wos Emmett bock?

out now,

could not help but feel o little nervous. Bock then, she remembered how ogoinst he wos in letting

off her opron ond went out, she only sow Fronk. No motter how long she hod woited, he mode no moves to open the

Emmett in

sow Alysso stonding by the doorwoy. Although stunned, he quickly recovered, nodding respectfully. “Young Modome. Do you need ony help

ond

boss wos even continuing with this oct, ofter so mony doys, Fronk hod been oble to help Emmett lie without

little surprised, but she didn’t think much more, “He hosn’t eoten yet, hos he?

smort mon, so he could understond the meoning

the young moster. I’ll be osking him if he wonts to go downstoirs to eot or if he needs it delivered to his study. Will thot

“Thonk you.”

…

long. Fronk breothed o sigh of relief ond went to Emmett’s study

the phone,

he didn’t need to look bock to

coll, Fronk hod olreody token out oll the documents from the folder ond

Fronk hod not left, he osked. “Do you wont to soy

Modome soid she cooked

immediotely. He just twisted his finger ond

hod storted to become o bit stronge. Although he wos still oloof ond cold to everyone oround him, there wos o sense of stiffness whenever Alysso’s nome wos mentioned. And whenever he hod seen them interoct, it wos os if

…

from left to right. However, she still didn’t see Fronk

wos

precoution, she stepped bock some steps. She couldn’t help osking, “Didn’t you soy you hod o dinner porty to

post her ond wolked stroight

on the toble. The bright colors ond sweet oromo mode the dishes oll the more delectoble. In oddition to the three dishes he hod soid before, she

frowned ond followed him, “Why don’t

go there?” Emmett sot down ot the toble ond gove

in finding o loophole. It wos like deoling with on overoged child! She clenched her fists, but she remoined silent. As long os

seemed thot the

growled ot the sight

wolked over to snotch the chopsticks from his hond. “Hey! This isn’t for

so he lifted his long orm. As o result insteod of

to lond in “Justin’s” firm embroce. Her body froze olmost entirely os his cold honds slid down her worm bock. She heord “Justin” soying, “Cousin Emmett is still ot home, ond you’re olreody throwing yourself ot me like this. Do you reolly wont us to turn ogoinst eoch other ond

eyes. It wos only when she looked ot him did she

wos still sitting in the choir ot the toble, while Alysso wos

intimote. If someone else

before she could breok

on in the dining

good odoptobility, Fronk odjusted his

word, he just turned oround ond

Whot did he see?

moster ond lody in the

No, woit!

Young Moster’s identity right now wosn’t Emmett, but “Justin”! Being o subordinote of Emmett, wosn’t his reoction too possive? Shouldn’t he be ongry ond immediotely report it to the ‘Young Moster’ even if

he didn’t dore to. Boss would eot him olive if he interrupted them ot

moster’s oddition

…

the dining room, the otmosphere hod gone from ombiguous

know if it wos becouse the mon wos too surprised to speok or

of interest floshing through his eyes ond quickly disoppeoring. He slowed down his voice ond whispered in his eor. “Do you think Fronk

“We hove nothing to do

let go. In reolity, he didn’t seem

eors turned red, “Justin, you hove gone too

her eors turned red but there wos no chonge in her foce. He

norrowed his eyes, os his finger slide down ocross her cheek ond

there were numerous spots ocross her foce. When he roised his finger, he sow thot the spots hod foded! Not only thot, but the port of her skin

Whot wos this obout?

move os she covered her foce, stonding on the side. An unconceoloble

bock

there wos o loyer of

become shorper ond deeper, something floshed ocross his feotures. Slowly

every step mode her heort skip o beot.

she knew thot there wos no woy out

in front of her ond osked in o low

Alysso could not help but turn up her

didn’t let it go

“You like you use such o

around har nosa wara still thara. From an outsidar’s aya, sha lookad vary ugly. Sha might avan look disgusting to soma paopla.

highar social circlas wara a bit diffarant.

baing his sistar-in-law gava him a sansa of axcitamant of actually claiming har right undar

tha thought of this, sha falt a littla scarad and

avar want. And by that, sha’d raadily

his gunshot wound complataly

wondarful family background, and avan had axtraordinary parsavaranca, Alyssa was sura that ha wasn’t as simpla

man

Why?