My Substitute CEO Bride

"Fighting?" Rosella's eyebrows knitted slightly followed by her asking with keen interest, "Why are they fighting?"

Elrog and Xandof usually got along like peas in a pod. Not only that, with today being the grand launching ceremony of Gladwell, it seemed quite inappropriate for them to fight at such an event.

The high-ranking official from Northway Real Estate could not help but give a wry smile as he said, "It seems they're fighting over a woman!"

Rosella was somewhat taken aback. "A woman? Who?"

The official shook his head. "I don't know her personally, but I think her name is Eva Sonders or something."

"Let them fight. There's no shame in fighting over a woman!" Rosella simply said as she sipped her wine.

At the same table, Eva's ears turned red. What the heck? Were they talking about those two from Tungsten Group?

Hera turned to Eva with a look of amusement. "Well, Eva, it seems your charm has brought you some unexpected suitors!"

Eva's blush spread to her neck. "Stop teasing. What are you talking about?"

Hera covered her mouth and giggled. "They're fighting over you. Your charm is overwhelming!"

Eva stayed silent, her gaze flickering toward Nash, who was chatting merrily with Harrison across the table. Her emotions were conflicted. Nash had treated her thyroid cancer, but in doing so, had seen her body.

The reason she moved to Jonford for work was partly because of Nash. Yet, she had not even had the chance to come face-to-face with him. Eva was well aware that Nash only treated her as an ordinary patient.

He would not feel any responsibility over having seen her body. She was already approaching her 30s. Eva would soon be living in the grand Villa No. 9 at Gladwell. Perhaps... it was time for her to let go of the fanciful notions in her heart and find a man to settle down with.

The dinner party ended around 9:00 pm, and many moved straight into their newly purchased villas. Apart from their personal belongings, everything else was provided.

Nash, Hera, and Melody arrived at the centrally located Villa No. 1 at the top of the hill. Its panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the river landscape.

The river surface shimmered, lit by the bright lights of luxurious yachts cruising by and cargo ships laden with sand slowly passing.

Hera stretched her arms out to embrace the evening breeze, her face radiating satisfaction. "It truly lives up to its value. The air here is so sweet and fresh, it's absolutely refreshing!" Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Nash wrapped his arms around

Hera's slender waist from behind, his thin lips, kissing her snow-white neck. His voice was low and magnetic. "With such a scene before us and such feelings brewing shouldn't we do something?"

Hera trembled slightly, reaching back to wrap her arms around Nash's neck. She then turned her head to press her lips against his.

Melody pressed her lips together and said softly, "I'm going to rest in my room!" Hera quickly grabbed Melody's wrist, whispering softly, "Stay, I can't do it alone."

Nash's heart fluttered, his grip tightening around Hera's waist. Unfortunately, he had sensed a hint of blood from Melody in the past few days, indicating that she was likely on her period.

Melody blushed deeply and said, "It's

not a good time for me right now." After saying that, she quickly broke free from Hera's grip and dashed into a bedroom. She lay on the bed and wrapped herself up in a blanket, her body burning.

Although she had discussed this idea with Hera before, she still felt somewhat restrained.

Nash and Hera went at it until midnight. Hera lay on the wide two-meter bed and fell into a deep sleep. Despite not feeling quite satisfied, Nash did not dare be presumptuous.

He gently wrapped his arms around Hera's abdomen, feeling the occasional flutter of the little life inside her. A slight smile played on his lips.

After resting for a moment, Nash got

dressed and went out to the

balcony. He saw Melody sitting on the swing chair on the balcony, scrolling through her phone and

looking at short videos. They all

featured handsome, muscular men.

Feeling jealous, Nash lifted his shirt to show off his abs. "Are my abs not good-looking enough, or have you grown tired of them?"

Melody put away her phone, stretched out her tender hand to caress his beautifully lined abs, and chuckled lightly. "How could I get tired of them? Your abs are much prettier than those bulky guys at the

gym."

Nash lifted Melody's chin and kissed her on her red lips, smiling mischievously. "I'll take good care of you in a few days!"

Melody's face turned even redder. Noticing that Nash was fully dressed, she looked up and asked, "Are you going out so late?"

"Yes, I need to do some work. I worry it might be too much for you all to handle if we indulge in tenderness all day."