Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride

The buttons of the bright red suit are completely undone, revealing the light pink camisole underneath.

The red skirt below has been lifted, leaving only flesh-colored pantyhose.

During the kiss, Daxton Lancaster’s hand quietly reached to that part of him, knowing it wouldn’t react but stubbornly touched it.

It’s a small thing, barely bigger than his thumb, hanging there with no reaction at all.

It seemed to stop growing after middle school, and he didn’t care back then, but later on, when he realized it, it became a shameful secret.

Ever since discovering that his was smaller than kids his age, he didn’t even dare to urinate in front of his classmates.

Every time he would ask for leave from the teacher after class, standing alone in the bathroom, staring at that childlike piece, only he knew what was in his mind.

The most unacceptable thing for him was that in over twenty years, he hadn’t even had a morning erection.

He’s a man, moreover, the Family Head of the Lancaster Family, bearing not just responsibility on his shoulders but also the duty to continue the family line.

But in this condition, how can he carry on the family line?

His second uncle has been coveting the position of Family Head, already has grandchildren, but him—

Sigh!

Daxton Lancaster let out a heavy breath, rolling over to lie on his back on the bed.

Before, he always thought that even if it was small, as long as it could get hard, it would be fine, but now—

It seems it’s not an issue of contact with women, but that he simply—

"Daxton?" Every time he retreated at the crucial moment, Violet Zimmerman tilted her head, her misty eyes looked over.

The woman’s face was flushed with passion, tender and pink, her eyes like covered with a light veil, mesmerizing and alluring.

But him!

At that moment, Daxton truly wished he could punch himself there!

That useless thing, with such a beautiful woman in front, still no reaction, what’s the use!

"You go ahead and sleep, I just remembered, there’s a contract I need to look over tonight."

Daxton sat up, tidied his loose suit, got off the bed, and walked towards the bedroom door.

"Daxton!" Violet furrowed her brows and called again, the drowsy woman didn’t notice how stiff Daxton’s back was.

In the study next door, Daxton sat in the mahogany chair, continuously smoking. Before, he thought it was about not meeting the right woman, but now it seems, even women couldn’t cure his ailment.

He hadn’t been urged by his grandfather even though the second house already had grandchildren before marriage, but now he had started a family, getting married and having children were steps that had to be taken in life.

A month or two of delay might be reasonable, but a year... The elders would only blame Violet, but if they continued not to conceive, grandfather might become suspicious.

It could lead to them being sent to the hospital for checks or possibly urging him to divorce Violet and remarry... If the next marriage also resulted in no children, everyone would know it’s his problem.

No, Violet must get pregnant. If the second house discovered his secret, not only would the position of Family Head be taken, but he would become their laughing stock and never hold his head up high all his life.

Daxton sat in the study, smoked through a pack before returning to the bedroom.

Standing in front of the bed, looking at the sleeping woman on it, his eyes appeared dazed.

This beautiful woman is his wife, Daxton Lancaster’s wife, and though they hadn’t interacted much, he knew she was kind and virtuous.

If he wanted Violet pregnant, he needed external help, but this woman is his wife, so how could he bear to do that?

Standing by the bed for a long time, Daxton couldn’t find a suitable solution.