Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride

"It’s nothing, just a bit dizzy and a little nauseous, maybe I got heatstroke."

Everyone...

Just now she said it was from lack of oxygen while singing, and now it’s suddenly heatstroke, mainly it’s almost December, how could it be heatstroke?

Titus Zane shook his head helplessly, walked over to Sophia Hamilton with the little darling in his arms, and put the little guy down beside her.

"Sophia, look how cute the baby is?"

Looking at her chubby son, Sophia Hamilton suddenly felt that the wound on her lower abdomen didn’t hurt so much anymore.

Mia Foster rested both hands on Felix Shaw’s shoulders, and the couple turned together to look at Sophie Foster.

Nathan Moore only gave a faint glance, then leaned back on the sofa and sipped his tea; the only person he cared about was his own woman.

Evander Lancaster got up and walked over. Seeing that Sophie Foster’s face was a little pale, he patted Nicholas Croft’s shoulder. "Bro, don’t worry, just go get checked, it’s convenient."

He knew what Nicholas Croft was worried about—nothing more than fearing that Sophie Foster’s old condition might relapse. And since they were already at the hospital, whatever it was would come out once they ran some tests.

They did a brain scan, normal.

Ultrasound, normal.

They ran several tests, all normal.

In the lounge, Mia Foster said worriedly, "Could it be aftereffects from the car accident?"

"Don’t worry, we’ll know in a bit." Felix Shaw patted her hand to comfort her.

Titus Zane was also very worried; if Nathan Moore hadn’t stopped him, he would’ve followed Sophie Foster to get checked.

Just as everyone was speculating, Nicholas Croft came in with his arm around Sophie Foster. She looked like she was sick, listless and drained, while Nicholas Croft’s expression was hard to read, in any case very serious, his jaw clenched tight.

The few of them hurriedly stood up, thinking Sophie Foster’s old illness had relapsed—after all, she was so badly injured back then and hadn’t received timely treatment.

"Bro, Lara she..." Titus Zane trailed off, standing by Sophia Hamilton’s bed, clearly very worried.

Evander Lancaster walked in holding the test results, humming a tune. Looking up and seeing everyone with such grave expressions, he stopped at the door in confusion.

"What’s with all of you?" This was clearly good news—had they all been scared stupid?

"Evander, what’s wrong with Lara?" Titus Zane was the first to speak, and even his voice sounded strained.

Evander Lancaster...

Strolling in leisurely with the lab report in hand.

"Sis-in-law, what are you so nervous for? Little Sophie she..."

"Let me tell everyone some good news!" Before Evander Lancaster could finish, Sophie Foster cut in. It was so sudden that everyone was startled.

She was full of energy now—nothing like that listless girl from a moment ago.

"I’m pregnant again! I’m going to be a mom!" As she finished, Sophie Foster actually wanted to jump for joy, but Nicholas Croft grabbed her and pulled her back, frowning helplessly as he said,

"Careful, you’re already a mom."

"Oh, oh, I forgot. Careful, I have to be careful. This time I have to protect the baby well." Through her clothes, Sophie Foster gently stroked her lower abdomen, softly muttering to herself.

"Lara has a baby?" Titus Zane walked over in delight, clasping Sophie Foster’s hand. He was truly happy for her—after enduring for so long, she finally had another baby.

"Mm, that’s what the doctor just said."

"Bro, congratulations." Nathan Moore stood up from the sofa and offered his congratulations to Nicholas Croft and his wife.

Mia Foster took a deep breath, pressed down the hint of envy in her heart, and pulled Felix Shaw over as well. "Bro, congrats, you’re going to be a father."

"Mm, thanks." Nicholas Croft replied politely, then looked at Felix Shaw with a half-smile, lifted his hand, set it on Felix’s shoulder, and said in a weighty tone,

"Felix, you’re the only one left now. I’m going to be a father again!"

After he finished, he patted Felix Shaw’s shoulder again, as if saying, Take care of it yourself!

The three couples chatted for a while longer before heading home; Sophia Hamilton had just given birth and needed rest.

On the way back, you could say some were joyful and some were worried.

Nicholas Croft and his wife were practically over the moon; Nathan Moore and his wife were all normal; but things weren’t so simple for Felix Shaw—Mia Foster gave him the cold shoulder the entire way.

She kept a cold face, staring straight ahead, not saying a word to him.

"Wifey..."

Felix Shaw freed one hand and reached over; as soon as he touched the back of Mia Foster’s hand, she shook him off.

"Don’t touch me!"

"Mia..." Felix Shaw stubbornly reached over again, forcibly grabbing her wrist. "Don’t be mad, okay? We’ll start making a baby as soon as we get home!"

......

Mia Foster shot him a sidelong look and ignored him.

With his wife angry, Felix Shaw wanted to perform well. After parking the car, he diligently helped Mia Foster unbuckle her seat belt, then pushed open his door, jogged around to the passenger side, and opened it for her.

Mia Foster glanced at him again, then got out of the car and walked straight toward the apartment.

"Wifey, wait for me." Slamming the car door, Felix Shaw hurried after her, grabbing Mia Foster’s hand and tucking it into the crook of his elbow. Whether she liked it or not, he walked with her into the apartment building.

"Wifey, let’s not be envious, if we want a baby we just take action right away."

Ever since Titus Zane got pregnant, Mia Foster had been actively trying to conceive. After nearly two months of effort, there was still no news.

"Felix Shaw! Be honest, are you pulling some tricks?"

Felix Shaw felt a little guilty. The first few times he’d been quite honest. Then one time he accidentally heard Nathan Moore say that ever since Titus Zane got pregnant, he didn’t dare touch her...

He didn’t want to become a monk, so he had to keep coming up with ways. Although every time he did finish inside, his "descendants" would all end up being flushed out through the urethra. This method wasn’t something an average man would even know.

"No," Felix Shaw finally denied it with a smile after a long pause. "Mia, I love you so much, how could I do something you don’t like?" Aside from this matter, he really hadn’t done anything else.

Staring at Felix Shaw’s ingratiating smile, Mia Foster snorted coldly. "You wouldn’t dare!"

"Yes, yes, your husband is the most obedient."

The elevator stopped on their floor. Arm in arm, the couple walked out, scanned their fingerprints, entered the password, and the door swung open. With a shove, Felix Shaw was pushed inside by Mia Foster.

With a bang, Mia Foster kicked the door shut, grabbed Felix Shaw’s shoulders, spun him around, and pinned him against the wall.

Looking at his wife’s fierce expression, Felix Shaw swallowed and secretly arched a brow.

Was he being cornered against the wall by his own wife?

He was really looking forward to it!

Mia Foster gripped the shoulders of his jacket and reminded him through gritted teeth, "Felix Shaw, you’d better behave yourself!"

"Wifey, am I not behaving?" Felix Shaw cooperatively raised both hands, looking every bit the fragile little bottom.

Without giving him a chance to keep rambling, Mia Foster cupped his handsome face, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

Even though she was wearing high heels, Felix Shaw was still a head taller than her. To accommodate her, he had to spread his legs a little, and in that position their heights suddenly matched much better.

While kissing Felix Shaw’s lips, one of Mia Foster’s hands anxiously slid down, groping there through his suit pants.