CEO's Substitute Bride

During dinner, Alyssa could feel that there was something off with the atmosphere.
And after looking at “Justin's” face, she could tell that she wasn't making this up. Most of the time, his expression usually held an
aura of coldness and indifference. He didn't have to speak to make his presence known to the people around him, especially her.
However, this time, his eyebrows were more furrowed over, and his eyes glinted dangerously. He was like a predator who had
just lost his prey. He clenched his fingers around his fork so tightly that a part of her was afraid that it would break.
Picking up a piece of fish, she placed it in his bowl. "Try this. I sprinkled in a little bit of pepper today, so I'm not sure if you'd like
it." She said gently, trying her best to erase the tension in the atmosphere.
Instead of eating it, “Justin” picked it up with his chopsticks and threw it across the table.
Alyssa frowned.
Had she done something to piss him off? Her lips pursed together as she racked her mind at all the things she did to him when
she had just gotten back. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. Was he angry because she had thrown her bag at him?
No. Although he wasn’t a forgiving man, he wasn't petty.
As if Emmett was reading through her thoughts, he looked up. "Where did you go last Friday?"
"What?" Alyssa was too busy staring at her plate that she didn't get to hear what he had just said.
Emmett placed his chopsticks back onto the bow. His eyes darkened immensely, and his gaze locked onto her small frame. His
voice was clear as it echoed across the dining room. "Where did you go last Friday? Who did you meet with?"
Alyssa was stunned. She looked up at him. "What do you mean?"
An uncomfortable feeling shrouded upon her. Was he interrogating her?
"Are you starting to feel guilty? Have you hidden it from my cousin then? Couldn't you take it longer then? That you just have to

have an affair?" He smiled mockingly, leaning back against his seat.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Although this wasn't the first time he had said this, this was the only time he had said it
so excessively. It was as if he had already caught her right in the act.
Alyssa slammed her chopsticks on the table and stood up. "Look, I don't care if you had spent 300 million to buy me from the
Moore family. Even if I was sold to your family, that still doesn't give you the right to order me around! And that certainly doesn't
give you the right to judge me."
Without another word, she stormed out.
Alyssa had been so angry that her shoulder had bumped into the door frame. Even then, she still didn't look bothered as she
stormed out of the room.
Emmett had already lost his appetite. Just as he had placed his chopsticks back on the desk, his phone rang.
"Young Master," Frank's voice sounded as soon as he clicked the answer button. "I've already sent the surveillance videos I
found that day to your email."
"Thank you." Hanging up, Emmett headed into his study.
Frank had sent the surveillance video of the pharmacy to Emmett. It was from last Friday. He zoomed in and narrowed his eyes
at the four figures appearing on his screen. There weren't any voices.
Other than the doctor who had taken the medicine box for her, Alyssa also made contact with two other men.
One of those men had a mask and a cap on. Although some may have missed him, Emmett immediately recognized him at first
class. That was his cousin Dylan. He must've just arrived then.
The pharmacy was close to the suburbs. It would be weird for Alyssa to go there for no other reason, even if it was called by the
company. As the Moore Group had been selling daily necessities like mops and vacuums, their market research normally takes
place in different residencies.

Suddenly, Alyssa grabbed onto Dylan's arm, and he could see a forced smile appearing across her face. She was asking for
help.
Then, Dylan had taken her away after that.
The following video showed her getting off as soon as they had reached a more crowded area. Other than the two of them
saying a few words, she didn't do anything inappropriate. In fact, they were too far apart for her to even try anything.
Just as the video was about to end, Alyssa walked a few more steps before turning back. Emmett wanted to see what she had
said, but as the video resolution was too blurred, he couldn't even see what she was mouthing. But it was obvious that there
weren't any flirtations going on between the two.
The screen turned black after that, and he rubbed his forehead in frustration.
Maybe he really had acted too far this time around.
It was just that Dylan had asked too many questions about Alyssa that he couldn't help but be a little more cautious of what their
interaction had entailed. Now that he knew...Emmett groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Damn!
...
The moment Alyssa had gone up, she immediately went to sleep. Her sleep was particularly nice if it weren't for the fact that she
woke up due to her grumbling stomach. Her hand drifted down to her belly.
She instantly regretted leaving without eating. No matter how angry she was, she shouldn't have made things difficult for her.
She could just wait till the morning. But no matter how much she twisted and turned, she still couldn't get over the uncomfortable
feeling.
Having no other choice, she rolled off the bed and wore a thicker down jacket. Wrapping it around her thin figure, she headed

down the stairs to get something to eat.
The villa was a quiet recluse, away from the lively cityscape, given that it was built halfway up the mountains. However, she
could occasionally hear the wind's howls from the outside. She hummed, sliding down the tiled floor.
She quickly found her way into the kitchen and saw some leftover vegetables. Maybe some noodle soup will be nice.
As Alyssa was slicing the tomatoes, she could feel something freezing leering over her. Was there someone behind her?
The feeling was growing even stronger by the second. She squeezed her eyes shut and gathered the courage to glance back,
but before she could, a cold voice sounded behind her, "What are you doing?”
Alyssa’s hands trembled so much that the kitchen knife fell onto her feet.
Luckily, she had been wearing thick cotton slippers. Otherwise, the blade would've sliced through her skin. The knife clattered
onto the tiles, and the sound echoed throughout the room.
As soon as Emmett saw the knife fell onto her feet, his heart dropped to his stomach. He immediately squatted down to see if
she had gotten any cuts or bruises from the impact. Upon seeing that everything was okay, he breathed a sigh of relief and stood
up. He said in a deep voice. "Are you stupid or something?"
Alyssa shot him a glare, grabbing the knife and washing it on the sink. "Since I'm so stupid, how about I won't cook anymore? In
fact, I can just move out of the villa until Emmett comes back. Wouldn't want you to continually assume that I'm with any other
man, right? It's not like you want to see me anyway."
Slamming the knife onto the counters, Alyssa turned around to glare at him.
She already had enough of this man.
“Justin” had helped her out, and she was grateful to him. But that didn't justify him ordering her around like some type of mind!
Just because he was rich doesn't mean he had the right to treat her like some maid!

"Do you want my cousin to think that I chased you away? You want to destroy my brotherhood with him?" Emmett’s face
darkened and he said coldly.
"I don't care what you think!" Alyssa lowered her head. She didn’t want to argue with him anymore.
Emmett stood under the light. Although the shadows had enveloped them, the subtle expression in her eyes didn't come
unnoticed to him.
She had just gotten up from bed, so her hair was a little messy. Her thick down jacket was zipped up to her neck, shrouding over
her small frame. Her cat-like eyes, which were usually filled with energy and fire, were now covered by her drooping eyelids. His
words must've affected her.
It felt like a century before he finally responded, "It's my fault. I am sorry for what happened before.”
"What did you just say?" Alyssa widened her eyes, and looked up at “Justin” with astonishment.
Was he apologizing to her?
But “Justin” would not say it again. He glanced at the tomatoes on the chopping
Although her anger had mostly dissipated, that didn't mean that she wasn't annoyed. "I put some poison in it. Do you want to eat
it?"
Emmett gazed at her. "If you eat it, then I'll eat it too."
"Are you crazy?"