CEO's substitute bride (Alyssa)

Then one thing led to another, and he just wanted to touch her, to feel her.

After all, she was his wife, wasn’t she? Everything they did was completely natural.

The corners of his lips inched up as he leaned deeper and deeper. Groaning his lips brushing against her, he found himself going deeper and deeper into her grasp.

However, Alyssa didn’t feel in the same way. In her eyes, he was “Justin” Emmett’s cousin!

Over and over again, he teased her, kissed her, which were far beyond her tolerance.

Alyssa pushed him away abruptly, and stepped back a few steps, and kept some distance from him, said with a cold face. “Justin, I’m your cousin’s wife! Even if you don’t like me, please show some respect!”

After taking the bullet just now, her hatred towards “Douglas” was getting less, what she didn’t expect was he would still act so presumptuously.

“‘Not like you’ is far away from what I am feeling right now.” Emmett rubbed his lips, and there was a little bewitchment in his pleasant voice, “My sister-in-law, by committing to my cousin, you will be nothing but a widow for rest of your lifetime. It’s not like he could love you like an abled man. Why don’t you considering being with me?”

“The last I’ll do was to think about you.” Alyssa refused calmly.

Emmett looked down at Alyssa. He saw a tiny, numb face, coupled with an ugly dress. She looked like an old lady, nothing attractive.

there was something about Alyssa that

should no longer sit here and do nothing. She needed to do

pick you up and go back, or I’ll call

grabbed her

immediately closed his eyes to rest. Although his wounds were not as painful as before, but it was still painful to the instant to make

“Hey…”

to be strong during the operating, he still lost a lot of blood. She couldn’t bear to wake him up to drive him

it. Let him lie down a

resting, Alyssa went

Moore Family, she didn’t have the kind of privileges that the title should entail. Most of the time, when she was ill, nobody cared. Nobody knocked on her door to check on her. When she was hungry, no one made her food. To them, there were only two children in

and up to

matter how much she hated “Justin”, she couldn’t take the risk

worked hard for it. Of course she didn’t want to get involved with killing

she had to make some food

the night fell,

soup. Would you like to have some?” She stood

looked up at her, and with great effort

on the small table in front of his