CEO's substitute bride (Alyssa)

And after looking at “Justin’s” face, she could tell that she wasn’t making this up. Most of the time, his expression usually held an aura of coldness and indifference. He didn’t have to speak to make his presence known to the people around him, especially her.

However, this time, his eyebrows were more furrowed over, and his eyes glinted dangerously. He was like a predator who had just lost his prey. He clenched his fingers around his fork so tightly that a part of her was afraid that it would break.

Picking up a piece of fish, she placed it in his bowl. “Try this. I sprinkled in a little bit of pepper today, so I’m not sure if you’d like it.” She said gently, trying her best to erase the tension in the atmosphere.

Instead of eating it, “Justin” picked it up with his chopsticks and threw it across the table.

Alyssa frowned.

Had she done something to piss him off? Her lips pursed together as she racked her mind at all the things she did to him when she had just gotten back. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. Was he angry because she had thrown her bag at him?

No. Although he wasn’t a forgiving man, he wasn’t petty.

As if Emmett was reading through her thoughts, he looked up. “Where did you go last Friday?”

“What?” Alyssa was too busy staring at her plate that she didn’t get to hear what he had just said.

Emmett placed his chopsticks back onto the bow. His eyes darkened immensely, and his gaze locked onto her small frame. His voice was clear as it echoed across the dining room. “Where did you go last Friday? Who did you meet with?”

Alyssa was stunned. She looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

An uncomfortable feeling shrouded upon her. Was he interrogating her?

“Are you starting to feel guilty? Have you hidden it from my cousin then? Couldn’t you take it longer then? That you just have to have an affair?” He smiled mockingly, leaning back against his seat.

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Although this wasn’t the first time he had said this, this was the only time he had said it so excessively. It was as if he had already caught her right in the act.

buy me from the Moore family. Even if I was sold to your family, that still doesn’t give you the right to order me around! And that certainly doesn’t give you the right to

word,

had been so angry that her shoulder had bumped into the door frame. Even then, she still didn’t look bothered as

had already lost his appetite. Just as he had placed his chopsticks back

answer button. “I’ve

you.” Hanging up, Emmett headed

pharmacy to Emmett. It was from last Friday. He zoomed in and narrowed his eyes at the four figures appearing on his screen. There weren’t any

the medicine box for her, Alyssa also made contact with two

have missed him,

weird for Alyssa to go there for no other reason, even if it was called by the company. As the Moore Group had been selling daily necessities like mops and vacuums, their market research normally takes place in

a forced smile appearing across her face. She was

Dylan had taken her

reached a more crowded area. Other than the two of them saying a few words, she didn’t do anything inappropriate. In fact,

walked a few more steps before turning back. Emmett wanted to see what she had said, but as the

that, and he rubbed

acted too

Dylan had asked too many questions about Alyssa that he couldn’t help but be a little more cautious of what their interaction had entailed. Now that he knew…Emmett groaned,

Damn!

…

she immediately went to sleep. Her sleep was particularly nice if it weren’t for the

how angry she was, she shouldn’t have made things difficult for her. She could just wait till the

a thicker down jacket. Wrapping it around her thin figure,

was built halfway up the mountains. However, she could occasionally

her way into the kitchen and saw some leftover vegetables.

slicing the tomatoes, she could feel something freezing leering over

stronger by the second. She squeezed her eyes shut and gathered the courage to glance back, but before she could, a cold voice sounded behind her, “What are

much that the kitchen knife fell onto her