CEO's substitute bride (Alyssa)

Alyssa froze as soon as she heard the voice. She glanced at the phone screen. It was still an unknown number. But she did not
need to think that it was the voice of “Justin.”
Alyssa frowned. Why was he calling her? Hadn’t he left yet? It’s always noon.
“Why haven’t you left yet?”
The reply she got was the sound of the call being terminated.
Alyssa looked at the black screen in disbelief. He hung up on her? She was so frustrated that she held her head and squatted
down.
Did everyone take the oath to make things difficult for her?
Aurora and Jason gave birth to her but didn’t love her.
She was forced to marry into the Lawrence family. Her husband, Emmett, hated her so much that he refused to see her.
That was also fine to some extent. But now this “Justin” kept pestering her creating more and more unnecessary problems in her
life.
She really did not want to bother with this shameless man. But, if she were to ignore what “Justin” said, would he tell Emmett that
she had seduced him?
When she thought of this possibility, Alyssa sighed and staggered back.
Although she had threatened Aurora and Skylar with something similar like this, if “Justin” were to say something nonsense, she
was done for sure. No matter if it was true or lie, the Lawrence family would definitely spare no effort to protect their family’s
reputation. At that time the one who would be sacrificed would be non-other than her!
She glanced at the text messages and headed towards the market.
When she entered the apartment, she saw “Justin’s” tall frame sitting on her single sofa.
The handsome man tilted his head as he rested on the sofa. His long legs were crossed in a comfortable position. If it wasn’t for
his pale look, from his calm expression, no one could tell that he had been shot.

However, the way he was sitting in her small patchy sofa made him stand out. It was strange to see such a rich man sitting in her
small cramped apartment.
After all, he was the spoilt son of a rich and aristocratic family. Although his personality was flawed, he still had the aura of the
rich and privileged.
She glanced at him for a few seconds then looked away. She placed the groceries down on one side and bent down to change
her shoes.
As she did so, she felt a chill approach and a dark shadow covered the little frame. She raised her head and saw the man who
was just sitting at the sofa standing next to her. However, he was not looking at her but his eyes were scanning the groceries that
she had just brought back.
After Emmett finished looking at the groceries, he frowned and looked at her, “These are the things you bought?”
Alyssa looked at him indifferently, “Takeaways are expensive. I’m broke.”
Emmett stared at her from head to toe. Her clothes were already worn and he could even see small holes on the corner of her
shirt. It looked like she had been wearing them for years.
For someone who was related to Moore family, she was living a hard life compared to her other siblings.
His new bride was really... extremely miserable.
But Alyssa did not care about his thoughts at all and took the groceries to the small kitchen.
This was not the first time after all. It was always the same. People had only two reactions when they saw her. They’d either
looked at her sympathy or rolled their eyes in disgust. She was already used to this even though it hurt her many times.
After an hour of work, Alyssa finally brought the dishes out. She set the plates on the table and looked at him. “Dinner’s ready.”
Emmett put down his cell phone and looked at the dishes. The dishes she made were not as fancy as he was used to eat but it
looked quite appetizing. It was perfect for a recovering patient. He stared the dishes for a long time before taking a bite.
Alyssa didn’t bother with him and started to eat herself. She had to admit that today the food she cooked was especially
delicious.

Just as she took a mouthful of rice, she glanced at the man beside her. She realized that after eating a few mouthfuls, “Justin’s”
face had darkened immensely. His expression turned extremely sullen and gloomy.
Her heart skipped a beat.
What was going on?
She looked at the dishes she made. Did her dishes offend this young master?
Emmett’s expression was very gloomy. He put down the bowl and chopsticks, stood up and left the apartment with big strides,
before she could speak anything.
Her steps were long and steady. He didn’t look like a man who had been shot yesterday or still recovering. This man had a
strong pain tolerance than she thought.
Alyssa was curious about why this man suddenly left like this. But on the second thought he was not a good person either. So
she endured her curiosity and didn’t follow him out. Instead she focused on the bowl of rich in front of her.
Outside the door.
Emmett put in hands on the pocket and desperately searching for a cigarette. He finally remembered that he lost his last stick on
the other day due to the gunshot and now he didn’t have any more left.
“Fuck.” He clenched his fist tightly as his nails dug deeper into his palm. The flashes of the simple food radiated in his mind.
The familiar taste of the dishes reminded him of his mother.
Though his elegant and refined mother was born into a rich family, she was gentle and virtuous. She loved to cook and prepare
the soups for him.
“Someday, you’ll find a woman who’ll do all these things for you.” She used to say this to him every day.
But in the end...
When he thought about the damp and dirty basement, he could only grit his teeth in frustration and hatred. He clenched his fists
and punched the wall with a “Bang!”

Even Alyssa who was in the room eating could hear it clearly.
Her chopsticks paused in the air as she looked at the direction of the noise. Although she was hesitant, she still put the
chopsticks and bowl down and rushed outside, “What’s wrong? What happened?”