Substitute Bride and Her Husband Who Disappeared

As soon as Lily left, Nancy's expression turned cold. She gently pushed Charlie, wanting to get out of his embrace, but was firmly restrained by his strong arms. She sighed helplessly, "She's already gone. There's no need to pretend anymore."Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"Pretend?"

Charlie clenched his teeth and forcefully lifted Nancy up, causing her to sit on his lap amidst her surprise.

He leaned in and bit Nancy's nose as a form of punishment. "I'm being serious, and yet you think I'm just pretending?"

"Ouch..."

Nancy winced in pain and glared at him. "Hey, why did you bite me?"

"Biting you is nothing compared to what I could do!"

Charlie's deep eyes radiated a dangerous and wild gaze as he stared at Nancy like a beast stalking its prey.

"If it weren't for caring about your feelings, I would have punished you on the spot, Nan. You are so ungrateful."

"Um..."

Blushing from his words, Nancy lightly bit her lower lip and looked at him at a loss.

Even though she had never been in a romantic relationship before, she knew that with Charlie's dominance and methods, it would be easy for him to make her surrender. But he didn't do that. Because he truly loved her.

She reached out and gently rubbed Charlie's furrowed eyebrows with fair and tender fingers. Nancy pouted with a hint of grievance, "It's my fault, alright? But I really want to know what I have right now, and I'm

eager to take a look."

A cunning smile curled up on Charlie's lips. "Really? But Nan, if you accept these things, you must become Mrs. Firth. After all, those engagement gifts only belong to Mrs. Firth." Here it came again!

During this period of time, Charlie had been trying every trick in the book to make Nancy admit that she was Mrs. Firth.

Nancy gave him a scornful look. "If I don't see what's in them, how can I know if those things can move me and make me willingly become Mrs. Firth?"

Charlie seemed slightly stunned, clearly not expecting Nancy to say something like that.

He furrowed his brows suspiciously, a glimmer of doubt flashing in his eyes. "Nan, I thought you didn't care about money?"

"Who said I don't care?!"

Nancy snorted angrily, "If it's someone I don't like, even if they offer me tons of gold, I won't even look at them. But if it's someone I like, I naturally want to know how much they like me."

She paused for a moment and

spoke confidently, "If a man earns

one million in a month and gives me ten thousand as pocket money, I would feel like I only occupy one percent of his heart. But if a man earns ten thousand in a month and is willing to give me nine thousand as pocket money, I would believe that I occupy one hundred percent of his heart!"

Charlie was momentarily stunned by her words and failed to react immediately.

Upon careful reflection, he understood. Nancy didn't care about how much money her husband could earn in a month. What she cared about was where his heart was.

Where a man kept his money, where his heart was. Although this statement may be slightly misguided, there is some truth to it.

Charlie pressed his lips tightly,

uncertainty flickering in his deep

eyes. "Nan, if a man earns a billion in

a month, how much money do you think he should give you to make

you feel like you occupy one hundred percent of his heart?"