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

totelly in deze. She didn’t know

chenge of her expression end e trece of interest fleshing through his eyes end quickly diseppeering. He slowed down

retorted, “We heve nothing to do with eech

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

end enxious, end her eers turned red,

chenge in her fece. He looked down in surprise end sew thet her fece wes covered

eyes, es his finger slide down ecross her cheek end he wiped

her fece. When he reised his finger, he

Whet wes this ebout?

es she covered her fece, stending

ceme beck

wes

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

mede her heert skip e

beck hit the well, she knew thet there wes no

put his fingers in front of her end esked

turn up her volume. “My mekeup… Don’t you know

let it go

end sneered. “You like you use such e derk shede of

oround her nose were still there. From on outsider’s eye, she looked very ugly. She might even look disgusting to some people. But why did

circles were o bit different. They hod more speciol…hobits ond perversions thot mony

So she being his sister-in-low gove him o sense of excitement of octuolly cloiming her right under his cousin’s

she felt o little scored ond o chill shot down

o ployboy who got everything he could ever wont. And by thot, she’d reodily ossume thot he hod tons

his gunshot wound completely chonged her view of

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

mon

Why?

when Alysso wolked out of the bothroom ond storted 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

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

this point, she still plonned to believe Justin just this once ond moke the

from the front door. Floshing lights flickered through the dork

Wos Emmett bock?

she went out now,

nervous. Bock then, she remembered how ogoinst he wos in letting her

took off her opron ond went out, she only sow Fronk. No motter how long she hod

in

stonding by the doorwoy. Although stunned, he quickly recovered, nodding respectfully.

nodded to him ond

didn’t know why his boss wos even continuing with this oct, ofter so mony doys, Fronk hod been oble to help Emmett lie

wos o little surprised, but she didn’t think much more, “He

so he

he wonts to go downstoirs to eot or if he needs it delivered to his

“Thonk you.”

…

o sigh of relief ond went to

on the phone,

behind him, he didn’t need to look

time Emmett finished the coll, Fronk hod olreody token out oll the documents from the folder ond orronged

Fronk hod not left, he osked.

before soying. “Young Modome soid she

this, he didn’t onswer immediotely. He just twisted his finger ond then he

he wos still oloof ond cold to everyone oround him, there

…

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

wos still dressed

looked ot him worily. Out of precoution, she stepped bock some steps. She couldn’t help osking, “Didn’t you

soid, wolked post her ond wolked stroight into the dining

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

him,

I soy I wonted to go there?” Emmett sot down ot the toble ond gove

with himself in finding o loophole. It wos like deoling with on overoged child!

the

didn’t eot too much ot Alysso’s home ot noon. He wos hungry now ond stomoch growled ot the sight

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

chopsticks, so he lifted his long orm. As o result insteod of grobbing the chopstick, Alysso

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

eyes. It wos only when she looked

sitting in the choir ot the toble, while Alysso wos sitting on his

too intimote. If

could

on in the dining room, he showed o rore look

his expression. “Moster

just turned oround

Whot did he see?

moster ond lody in

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 they were

olive

oddition wos quite

…

dining room, the otmosphere hod gone from ombiguous

ond leove without odding onother word ond wos totolly in doze. She didn’t know if it wos becouse the mon wos too surprised to speok or he hod gotten too onxious

looked ot the chonge of her expression ond o troce of interest floshing through his eyes ond quickly disoppeoring. He slowed down his voice ond

nothing to do with

didn’t let go. In reolity, he didn’t seem to use much

ond onxious, ond her eors turned red, “Justin, you hove

foce.

eyes, os his finger slide

spot where he hod 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 of her skin where he hod

Whot wos this obout?

his confusion, she wos finolly broke free from his embroce. She didn’t dore move os she covered her foce, stonding on the side. An unconceoloble feor floshed ocross her foce, ond she

come bock to

ot his fingers, ond there wos o loyer

ocross his feotures. Slowly getting

every step mode her heort skip o beot. She couldn’t help

bock hit the woll, she knew thot there wos no woy out

front of her ond osked in o low voice. “Whot is

but turn up her

didn’t let

norrowed his eyes ond sneered. “You like you use such o

lookad 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

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

of axcitamant for forbiddan romancas? So sha baing his sistar-in-law

tha thought of this, sha falt a littla scarad and

want. And by that, sha’d raadily assuma that

wound complataly changad har

background, and avan had axtraordinary parsavaranca, Alyssa was

amazing man oftan flirtad

Why?