The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 727 Why am I still alive?

She was both worried and scared, her small hands clutching the bed sheet, quickly pulling the bed sheet into folds. His slender fingers would slip into her small hand, intertwined with hers.

In the end, under her half-accepting resistance, he had a good time with her.

When she fell asleep tiredly, Elvis sometimes cried so he stood up and hugged the little boy and used awkward positions to lull him to sleep.

That period was the happiest time of his life. The girl he loved became his wife and the mother of his son. The awkward love affair was too late to say. It seemed that her love for him was as turbulent and intense as his love for her.

He thought that would be his life.

But who could know that she was actually pretending? She contacted Marcus again.

In fact, Alpha didn’t want to think about the memory after that, and he never thought about it in all these years.

The day she brought Marcus to the Red Velvet room, she ruined herself as well as him.

Those days he went to work. Because he missed her and their child, he returned a day earlier than planned, wanting to surprise her.

He returned to the Red Velvet room, walked to the bedroom, and reached out to push the door open, but the next second froze.

Because there was a voice from within, an abnormal voice.

It was Anabelle’s soft, waxy voice, “Marcus, be gentler. I can’t stand it…”

He immediately froze, and his black pupils suddenly shrunk. He didn’t mishear her voice. When he was infatuated with her countless nights, she would make the same sound, begging him to let her

go…

It’s just that now her voice is more subtle and seductive than usual.

He was stunned for a few seconds, raised his long leg, and kicked the bedroom door open with a bang.

he had seen

sat on top of Marcus, their clothes in disarray, the man’s wheat’skin rubbing against the woman’s white

first, pulling up the clothes to protect Anabelle, then

smiled at

have been hideous then, his bright red eyes staring at her, but she wasn’t scared

her clothes, except for her two-piece dress,

the soft woolen carpet, each step exuding a seductive

from a generation that was once cold and elegant, was pampered by him

you come back? Didn’t you say you would come back tomorrow? I’m sorry

forced me to marry you and keep me here. I’ll

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never forgotten Marcus even for a day! I always want to escape

matter where I run away, you’ll catch me back. I can’t beat you. But it’s okay.

you before. Every minute and every second spent with you, I feel so disgusted. I lied to you,

I hate you. I really hate you. You

her with his red eyes and clenched his fists. All his reason

forcefully, and pulled her away. She didn’t want to go. She didn’t want

Letting Marcus live for the past two years

threat, Anabelle

took her out of the Red Velvet room, went to a small wooden house, threw her into the bathroom, and coldly said a few words: “Take off your

door and let her

a cigarette in his

out in the ashtray. He turned his head, his red phoenix

if a long century had passed, she still hadn’t come

he put his big hand on the doorknob, wanting