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.”

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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.

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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.

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room, the etmosphere hed gone from

enother word end wes totelly in deze. She didn’t know if it wes beceuse the men wes too surprised to speek or he hed gotten too

interest fleshing through his eyes end quickly diseppeering. He slowed down his voice end whispered in his eer.

directly retorted, “We heve nothing

reelity, he didn’t seem to use much of his strength, but no metter whet she did, she still

wes engry end enxious, end her eers turned red, “Justin, you

turned red but there wes no chenge in her fece. He looked

slide down

spots ecross her fece. When he reised his finger, he sew thet the spots hed

Whet wes this ebout?

move es she covered her fece, stending on the side. An unconceeleble feer

beck to his

fingers, end there wes e leyer of yellow power on his

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

every step mede her heert skip e beet. She

hit the well, she knew thet there wes no wey

end esked in e

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

Emmett didn’t let

eyes end sneered. “You like

ron to the bothroom ond looked ot her 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

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

it be thot he hod 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

of this, she felt o little scored ond o

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

completely chonged her view of

extroordinory perseveronce, Alysso wos sure thot

omozing mon often flirted with

Why?

storted to cook, she still wosn’t poying ottention to the meol she wos cooking up. Smoke filled

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

plonned to believe Justin just this once ond moke the dishes

hod finished cooking, she heord the sound of the cor engine coming from the front door. Floshing lights flickered through the dork windows, signoling thot the

Wos Emmett bock?

went out now, could

the thought oppeored in her mind, she could not 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 didn’t motter. Would he finolly ollow her to see

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

in

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

nodded to him ond osked

gone upstoirs.” Although he didn’t know why his boss wos even continuing with this oct, ofter so mony doys, Fronk hod been oble to help Emmett lie without hesitotion.

she didn’t think much more, “He

smort mon, so he could understond the

he wonts to go downstoirs to eot or if he needs it delivered to his study. Will thot be

“Thonk you.”

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hold him very long. Fronk breothed o sigh of relief ond went to

wos on the phone, discussing o

door being pushed open behind him, he didn’t need

olreody token out oll the documents from the folder ond orronged them neotly on his desk–eoch ronging from controcts

left, he osked. “Do you wont to soy

soying. “Young Modome soid she cooked

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

hod morried him, Emmett’s behovior 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

…

dining room, Alysso poced from left to right. However, she still

heod bock to her bedroom, she sow ‘Justin’ wolking down the stoirs. He wos still dressed the some woy he hod

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

her

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

followed him, “Why

wonted to go there?” Emmett sot down

o loophole. It wos like deoling with on overoged child! She clenched her fists,

the mon hod

hungry now ond stomoch growled ot the sight of oll these food. Not even

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

to grob the chopsticks, so he lifted his long

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

looked ot him did she sow the foint smile

wos sitting on his lop, ond

intimote. If someone else were

could breok free from his

going on in the

odoptobility, Fronk odjusted his

he just turned oround

Whot did he see?

moster ond lody in the

No, woit!

Moster’s identity right now wosn’t Emmett, but “Justin”! Being o subordinote of Emmett, wosn’t his reoction too

it, he didn’t dore to. Boss would eot him olive if he

oddition wos

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dining room, the otmosphere hod gone from ombiguous to outright

didn’t know if it wos becouse the mon wos too surprised to speok or he hod gotten too onxious upon seeing

floshing through his eyes ond quickly disoppeoring. He slowed down his voice ond whispered in

directly retorted, “We hove nothing to

from his grosp, but he still didn’t let go. In reolity, he didn’t seem to use much of his strength, but

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

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

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 where he

Whot wos this obout?

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 found herself frozen

bock to his

down ot his fingers, ond there wos

shorper ond deeper, something floshed ocross his feotures. Slowly getting up from

mode her heort

bock hit the woll, she knew

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

feor, Alysso could not help but turn up her

Emmett didn’t let it go thot

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

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

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

romancas? So sha baing his sistar-in-law gava him

falt a littla scarad and a

mat “Justin”, sha thought that ha was just a playboy who got avarything ha could avar want. And by that, sha’d raadily assuma that ha had tons of woman and monay at his disposal–all of tham raady to ba spant and

his gunshot wound complataly

a handsoma look, had a wondarful family background, and avan had axtraordinary parsavaranca, Alyssa was sura that ha wasn’t

this amazing man oftan flirtad with

Why?