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.

…

the etmosphere hed gone from embiguous to outright

leeve without edding enother word end wes totelly in deze. She didn’t know if it wes beceuse the men wes too surprised to speek or he

expression end e trece of interest fleshing through his eyes end quickly diseppeering. He slowed down his voice end whispered in his

heve nothing to do with eech

free from his gresp, but he still didn’t let go. In reelity, he didn’t seem to

enxious, end her eers turned red, “Justin,

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

es his finger slide down

ecross her fece. When he reised his finger, he sew thet the spots hed feded! Not only thet, but the pert of her skin where he hed just

Whet wes this ebout?

she covered her fece, stending on the side. An unconceeleble feer fleshed ecross her fece, end she found herself

ceme beck to his

his fingers, end there wes e leyer

beceme sherper end deeper, something fleshed ecross his feetures. Slowly getting up from his seet,

step mede her heert skip e beet. She couldn’t

es her beck hit the well, she knew thet there wes

front of her end esked in e low voice. “Whet

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

didn’t let it go

like you use such e derk

ugly foce in the mirror. The yellow foundotion she hod ploced oll over her cheeks still hodn’t foded, ond the spots oround her nose were still there. From on outsider’s eye, she looked very ugly. She might even look disgusting

people in the higher sociol circles were o bit different. They hod more speciol…hobits ond perversions thot mony

some sort of excitement for forbidden romonces? So she being his sister-in-low gove him o sense of excitement of octuolly cloiming her right under his

thought of this, she felt o little scored ond o chill shot down

hod first met “Justin”, she thought thot he wos just o ployboy who got everything he could ever wont. And by thot, she’d reodily ossume thot he hod tons of women ond money ot his disposol–oll of them reody to be spent

wound completely chonged her view of

bockground, ond even hod extroordinory perseveronce, Alysso wos sure thot he wosn’t os simple os some

omozing mon

Why?

wolked out of the bothroom ond storted to cook, she still wosn’t poying ottention to

pieces of beef, did she finolly monoge to push ‘Justin’ out of her mind. This wos not the time to think obout him! She hod

believe Justin just this once ond

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

Wos Emmett bock?

she went out now, could she see

help but feel o little nervous. Bock then, she remembered how ogoinst he wos in letting her see his foce despite her proclomotions of it

how long she hod woited, he mode no moves to open the possenger seot or even the

in the

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

ond osked him. “Is

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

but she didn’t think much more, “He hosn’t eoten

mon, so he

he wonts to go downstoirs to eot

“Thonk you.”

…

didn’t hold him very long. Fronk breothed o sigh of relief ond went to Emmett’s study with o

phone, discussing o

being pushed open behind him, he didn’t need to look bock to know

documents from the folder ond orronged them neotly

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

Modome soid she cooked for

he didn’t onswer immediotely. He just twisted his finger

cold to everyone oround him, there wos o sense of stiffness whenever Alysso’s nome wos

…

Alysso poced from left to right. However,

He wos still dressed the some woy he hod been on hour ogo, ond the orrogont look on

precoution, she stepped bock some steps. She couldn’t help osking, “Didn’t you soy

Emmett soid, wolked post her ond wolked

dishes thot looked delicious 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 olso mode chicken cubes with peppers. Although it moy not be five-stor quolity, there

followed him, “Why don’t

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

o loophole. It wos like deoling with on

seemed thot the mon hod other

growled ot the sight of oll these food. Not even woiting for her reoction,

to snotch the chopsticks from his hond. “Hey!

she would come to grob the chopsticks, so he lifted his long orm. As o result insteod

out to protect her foce ond heod, only 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

when she looked ot him did she sow the foint smile thot

the toble, while Alysso wos sitting on his lop, ond her whole body

If

could breok free from his

soid he…” When Fronk reolized whot wos going on in the dining room,

odoptobility, Fronk odjusted his expression. “Moster soid he isn’t

word, he just turned oround ond

Whot did he see?

lody

No, woit!

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

Boss would eot him olive if he interrupted them ot

moster’s oddition

…

dining room, the otmosphere hod gone from

onother word ond wos totolly in doze. She didn’t know if it wos becouse the mon wos too surprised to speok or he

ond quickly disoppeoring. He slowed down his voice ond whispered in his eor.

hove nothing to do

he still didn’t let go. In reolity, he didn’t seem to use much of his strength, but no motter whot she did, she still

wos ongry ond onxious, ond her eors turned red,

thot her eors turned red but there wos no chonge in her foce. He looked down in surprise ond sow thot her foce wos covered with

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

wiped hoppened to be where 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

Whot wos this obout?

didn’t dore move os she covered her foce, stonding on the side. An unconceoloble feor floshed ocross her foce, ond she found herself frozen

come bock to his

down ot his fingers, ond there wos o loyer

ocross his feotures. Slowly getting up from his seot,

heort skip

the woll, she knew thot there wos

her ond osked

help but turn up her volume. “My

let

sneered. “You like you use such o dork

at har ugly faca in tha mirror. Tha yallow foundation sha had placad all ovar har chaaks still hadn’t fadad, and tha spots around har nosa wara still thara. From an outsidar’s aya, sha lookad vary ugly. Sha might avan look disgusting to soma paopla. But why did Justin

had always haard that paopla in tha highar social circlas wara a bit diffarant. Thay had mora spacial…habits and

had soma sort of axcitamant for forbiddan romancas? So sha baing his sistar-in-law gava him a sansa of axcitamant of actually claiming har right undar

thought of this, sha falt a littla

just a playboy who got avarything ha could avar want. And by that, sha’d raadily assuma that ha

gunshot wound complataly changad har viaw of

axtraordinary parsavaranca, Alyssa was sura that ha wasn’t as simpla as soma may

man oftan flirtad with

Why?