Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1665: I Love You

Carlotta pressed her passionate kiss onto his thin lips, but he showed no reaction, his whole demeanor cold and unresponsive like a piece of wood.

Carlotta felt a mix of anger and anxiety; she opened her mouth and began to nibble at Ethan Barnes, quickly biting his lip and drawing blood.

A faint metallic taste spread within her mouth.

Carlotta stopped and gazed at the wounded spot tenderly, "Hubby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, does it hurt?"

Ethan Barnes looked at her expressionlessly, "Is it over? I’m going to work."

He turned to leave.

Carlotta couldn’t stand him acting like this; she grabbed him and forcefully pushed him, sending both of them tumbling onto the soft bed.

"Weren’t you going to work? Finish this first and then go to work!"

Ethan Barnes lay on the bed, Carlotta moved over him, starting to kiss down his neck, fully unleashing her feminine charm, "Hubby, I love you, I really do love you. You love me too, don’t you? Let me feel your love?"

His shirt buttons undone, her hands rested on his solid muscles, attempting to ignite a fire that would consume them both.

Soon, her hands reached his waistband’s black leather belt, and in the next second her hand froze, her whole person stunned...

A sense of defeat surged up, his body showed no response to her, she had tried so hard yet he had no reaction.

Without his response, how could she continue?

Though he did nothing, Carlotta felt that he had thoroughly humiliated her, inside and out.

She was just a joke, a sad clown.

Carlotta looked at him angrily, questioning, "Why are you like this? Are you not interested in women anymore, or is it because it’s me you’re not interested?"

Ethan Barnes pushed her off and sat up, his long fingers casually redoing the buttons on his shirt, "Don’t overthink, it’s bad for your health, go to sleep early."

His handsome face under the light resembled a sculpture, with a gentle laziness and slight apathetic decadence that made him exceptionally attractive.

He was still that wild youngster, though now much more composed and stern.

Carlotta’s eyes were red, to outsiders she appeared so glamorous, happy, and fulfilled, but those were illusions.

In truth, she never found the warmth and love she desired from Ethan Barnes; he hadn’t touched her in the past three years.

His body showed no response to her.

At that moment, Ethan finished fastening his shirt and got up to leave.

Carlotta shouted after him, "If, if it were Celeste Linden, if it were her sitting on you, would you still be so indifferent?"

This time Ethan didn’t stop, he left the room.

...

In the study.

Ethan Barnes sat at his desk, a pile of documents lay before him, but he had no heart for work, constantly smoking.

His mind was filled with that gentle and beautiful face, along with that little girl, the mother and daughter’s images lingered before him relentlessly.

Three years ago he knew such beauty wouldn’t belong to him; he was too far, far away from them.

He recalled a few nights ago in her room, she was standing talking to him, although not close, her fragrance wafted towards him in waves.

Ethan Barnes felt a bit irritated and distracted, flicked his drying lips with his tongue, clamped a cigarette between his lips, then squinted eyes and reached to unbuckle his belt...