Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride

Through the curtain, Daxton Lancaster vaguely saw a figure darting up to the viewing platform.

The Lancaster Family lived in a private residence, with high walls around the entire estate. Several guard dogs were kept at home, and security watched over the main gate. With such tight security, it was unlikely for a thief to get in, unless it was...

With a "whoosh," Daxton Lancaster drew open the curtain. On the bed, Violet Zimmerman lay with her eyes closed, pretending to sleep, her hands tightly clasped together.

The thing she was always worried about happened anyway. She didn’t know if her husband, Daxton Lancaster, saw his younger brother climbing up to the viewing platform. Would the two brothers fight?

At this moment, Violet Zimmerman felt as if she had been caught in bed by her husband. Her mood in the past few days had been anxious and conflicted.

A woman in confinement hopes for someone to accompany her. Her maternal home was far away, and just as her second sister-in-law was also in confinement, their mother came to see her briefly before rushing back to take care of her sister-in-law.

These past few days the younger brother-in-law had sneaked over. Although Violet Zimmerman kept telling herself it shouldn’t be this way, deep down she couldn’t bear to give up this companionship.

Sometimes people make such mistakes, knowing they shouldn’t, yet actions aren’t governed by the brain.

By the time Daxton Lancaster walked over, Joseph Lancaster had already sensed something was wrong.

Outside, it was dark. The light was on in the bedroom. Through the curtain, seeing the tall figure, Joseph Lancaster could already tell who it was.

However, it was too late to go back.

Because the curtain had already been drawn open in front of him.

Seeing his younger brother standing by the window, Daxton Lancaster wasn’t surprised at all. As if everything was as expected, he leisurely opened the window and asked with a faint smile.

"So late, and you’re not asleep yet?"

Daxton Lancaster didn’t ask his brother Joseph Lancaster why he was at his window but instead asked if he wasn’t asleep.

Joseph Lancaster scratched his head, his smile a bit awkward. "Ate too much at dinner, wanted to come out and walk it off."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Daxton Lancaster asked with a faint smile. Some things, both brothers understood without speaking. "Why don’t I join you for a few laps around the yard?"

"Hehe... no need, brother. It’s getting late. You should rest. I’ll exercise a bit more myself to digest."

Joseph Lancaster returned the way he came. In the bedroom, the oppressive feeling inside Violet Zimmerman grew stronger with each step Daxton Lancaster took towards her.

Daxton Lancaster stood in front of the bed, hands behind his back, chin slightly lifted, looking down at the woman whose eyelids were clearly twitching.

After a long while, he suddenly turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, Violet Zimmerman let out a long sigh of relief.

Tonight she avoided it, but what about tomorrow if her husband asked why the younger brother climbed the window? What should she say?

Tell the truth? Although they hadn’t done anything, being alone in a room, especially with her brother-in-law, anyone would overthink.

Facts proved Violet Zimmerman’s thoughts were too naive.

The man, after showering, turned off the light when he returned to bed, pulling his "sleeping" wife over. His thin lips pressed against her ear, his deliberately lowered voice entering her ear like a curse.

"The child isn’t even a month old and you can’t stand the loneliness? Tell me, how many times have you made me wear a green hat in these few days?"

Violet Zimmerman originally wanted to continue pretending to sleep, but in this situation, she couldn’t keep pretending.

Quickly she explained, "No, Daxton, listen to me, Joseph and I didn’t do anything."

"Nothing?" The two words sounded careless. In the dark, Daxton Lancaster’s lips even curved into a smile, which quickly disappeared, and his phoenix eyes filled with anger.

"You whore!"

A teeth-gritting curse fell with a crisp sound, echoing far in the quiet night.