CEO's substitute bride (Alyssa)

The bodyguard tilted his head in her direction before slowly nodding. “He’s upstairs, Young Madame.”

Now, even the bodyguards had trained themselves to address Emmett as Justin rather than his birth name.

She smiled, holding the bag in her hand as she went upstairs. “Justin,” she called out. There was a certain skip to her steps as she strode down the corridor. Obviously, whatever happened a few hours ago had set her in a good mood.

She gazed at the different doors surrounding her. Which room was he in again? She turned her head to see a majestic double-doored room waiting for her at the other end of the hall. Her lips pursed as she moved towards it.

She did come from that room yesterday morning, so that was obviously Justin’s room.

Now that she thought about it, even the doorway itself made it seem like the Master bedroom. No matter how hard she looked at it, it was the only room that stood out among the rest. So what was “Justin” doing there?

Did they really have such a good relationship that Emmett had lent him the Master bedroom? Was this another arrangement that they had concocted? It was weird. Or was there another Master bedroom that she wasn’t aware of?

Shaking her head, Alyssa knocked on the door. This wasn’t the time to think of this any further. Soon, his voice sounded from the other end of the room, “What is it?”

His voice was cold, colder than what he’d normally use when they talk.

“It’s me. I brought you some tea.” Alyssa said

In the room, Emmett had taken off his shirt, checking at the wound. The afternoon light shone through the windows, surrounding over his fit frame as he displayed the stitches in all its glory. His fingers trailed down his skin.

That time, after he had asked Alyssa to take the bullet out for him, he headed to a private hospital for a check-up. After all, his life was a reminder of his mother’s sacrifices, and he wouldn’t allow that to be left forgotten. Death was the last thing he’d yield to.

The only reason he even asked her to help him retrieve the bullet was that there was no other choice. Getting to the hospital would’ve triggered risk of severe blood loss, by which he may not be able to survive.

Although his wound had healed up, it still left a scar.

Upon hearing her calls, he wore his shirt and opened the door. He saw her standing by the doorway with a bag in her hands. “Yes?”

Alyssa raised her head to look up at him. Unlike most of their previous encounters, her face was clean and white–free from any spots or blemishes. She didn’t look bothered as she passed him the afternoon tea. “I brought it back for you as a thank-you.”

He didn’t need to look inside the bag to know that it was take-out from Golden Fountain Club.

Taking it, he asked, “Did everything go well?”

“It went well. Thank you,” she said sincerely, unable to hide the smile that had bloomed into her lips. Her eyes were bright and beautiful, and it could render anyone silent.

Emmett had seen many other beautiful women around him, especially as he had created a clubhouse himself. But none of them could move his heart as much as she could. Feeling his throat start to close up, he struggled to say, “Okay.”

word, he closed the door with a

her across the face. Her eyebrows knitted together.

to her room. However, just as she was about to relax, she received a

she received

a certain dish she should

wanted to eat, couldn’t he have just said it out loud? After all, they had just met about half a minute ago, didn’t they? Would it really hurt

then, she wasn’t really surprised. Rich people had always been known to spend money, even

remembered how hard it was to drag by every month because she couldn’t afford to pay her phone bill. To send so many text messages so

went downstairs, she realized that rich people had even more extravagant ways to spend

…

the kitchen to see if there was any food left in the fridge to make all the dishes that

taking out the food from the fridge one by one. They didn’t seem to pay attention to

she peered at the plastic bags beside

explaining, “These are the food that was delivered yesterday at noon. That’s why we need to change and

we have to change them? It’s not

closer look, the

at each other. “We always do

serious, she

fridge was always filled with food. She had assumed that the bodyguards were just adding a few vegetables every day, just to make sure that nothing

that night, Alyssa made sure to

weren’t made into food, they’d likely be thrown away. Even the thought of

die for those veggies?” She murmured to herself, shaking

was far too extravagant, she couldn’t help but relent. After all, Emmett must’ve liked this kind of life more. And she didn’t have much of a say on

cooking, she

the kitchen for a while to take a look. With every step she took, the voices she heard were growing louder and

than “Justin”, there were two men

Xavier and Arthur!

after all they all knew

so he saw Alyssa in an

dropped the glasses and aloof

like

the most talkative

as they had gotten to know each

stuttered out, upon taking a closer look at

lawyer simply raised his eyebrows in

That bastard!

was

day about Alyssa’s looks. That was why Xavier offered to go to Emmett’s villa to see what