Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride

Without the expected pain, Violet Zimmerman only felt the closeness of their skin... and then, nothing else.

Her confused eyes showed surprise, and her thoughts became much clearer, "Daxton?" What was going on, she couldn’t get the words out.

Lying on top of Violet Zimmerman, Daxton Lancaster felt utterly defeated.

"Daxton?"

Receiving no response, Violet called again. Daxton Lancaster turned over and lay on his side, pulling the quilt, leaving Violet with his back.

"It’s getting late, let’s sleep."

Violet...

Looking at Daxton Lancaster’s back, her heart was a mix of emotions.

It didn’t work. Daxton Lancaster was in a bad mood, even Violet could see the gloominess on his face.

In the morning, Violet Zimmerman walked down the stairs. Clearly, she was the one who should be unhappy, but looking at the man’s stern face, Violet still pretended nothing had happened and smiled.

"Daxton, why are you up so early?"

"Couldn’t sleep." Those three words carried no warmth, Violet didn’t know what she had done wrong to make her husband unhappy.

Daemon Lancaster put down his newspaper and, without waiting for Violet Zimmermann, walked towards the door first.

"Let’s go, have breakfast at Grandpa’s."

Watching Daxton Lancaster’s unhappy back, Violet bit her lip but still followed along.

Atlas Lancaster had opened his own factory, started a company, and held the power, looking full of spirit. Eva Hayes was the same. Now it was her factory, and she had the final say, so she also looked very proud.

The Lancaster Family had strict house rules, no talking during meals, and no showing off in words. Eva Hayes deliberately reached out her hand with a gold bracelet to pick dishes far from her.

The gleaming gold bracelet on Eva Hayes’s wrist was very eye-catching, everyone at the table noticed it, and the patriarch unconsciously frowned, clearly displeased.

Violet Zimmerman lowered her head and continued eating quietly.

Behind the dining table, Victoria Thornton suddenly put down her chopsticks, covered her mouth, and ran out, and everyone in the banquet hall looked up at her.

Atlas Lancaster turned to look at his eldest son Daemon Lancaster, "Daemon, see what’s wrong with your wife?"

Daemon Lancaster put down his bowl and chopsticks, having once been punished for breaking house rules and moving awkwardly, and by the time he reached the door, Victoria Thornton had opened the door and came back.

"What’s wrong?" Daemon Lancaster furrowed his thick brows; among all the Lancaster men, he was the only one with prominent eyes and brows.

Victoria Thornton covered her lips with a hand, "Nothing, just feeling nauseous."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and ran out again. The door was open, and everyone facing it could clearly see Victoria Thornton holding onto a tree trunk, vomiting.

"Daemon, is Victoria pregnant again?"

Eva Hayes also put down her chopsticks; a married woman vomiting was surely pregnant.

Victoria Thornton had already given birth to a son, now two years old. Yet in the other room, Daxton Lancaster had only been married for over a month, and Violet Zimmerman still had no signs of pregnancy.

Eva Hayes asked with some deliberate intent.

Everyone in the room stopped and looked at the door, except Daxton Lancaster, who continued eating breakfast with a gloomy face.

Violet Zimmerman instinctively glanced at him. The man’s eyes and face were tight with a damp heaviness, as if someone had upset him.

Daemon Lancaster stood by the door, looked at his vomiting wife, and casually said, "Maybe."