Lovely Substitute Bride novel Chapter 90

The next day.

When Tiana woke up, the first person she saw was Conor.

His handsome facial features were right in front of her.

She looked around slowly.

It was already bright outside, but all the lights in the room were still on.

Last night, the image of Conor taking her to turn on the lights one by one surfaced in her mind.

The window was open, and a clear wind blew in, lifting thin white curtains.

The layout of the room was simple and luxurious.

This was Conor's room?

As their line of sight closed in, Conor carried her and laid on the side.

He put his hands around her waist, as if he hadn't changed positions all night.

She had just moved slightly when Conor opened his eyes.

His deep eyes were clear.

Seeing that he had woken up, Tiana subconsciously pushed him back.

Conor could see her movements, but he did not say a word and stood up instead.

"Sleep a little longer. I'll have them prepare some food."

Tiana did not speak.

Only when Conor was about to leave did he speak out.

"Conor, do you trust me?"

"I do."

Conor's footsteps paused, but he did not turn back.

"I will believe you."

With that, he walked out.

After half an hour, Conor returned with his butler and a female doctor by his side.

"You don't look too good. Let the doctor take a look for you." Conor walked over.

The doctor stepped forward, looked at them and said, "You are here, so I can't check."

As soon as she said that, she realized something was wrong.

She almost forgot that the person in front of her was the Mr. Johnson of the Marris.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson, you are her husband, of course you can stay..."

Unexpectedly, Conor went and looked at Tiana, and called the butler to walk out.

"Hurry up. No, be more careful."

When the door closed again, the doctor was momentarily distracted.

If it was a normal person who dared to speak to Master Johnson like this, they would be done.

Why was it different today?

She heaved a sigh of relief and turned to look at Tiana.

"Madam Johnson, let me check for you."

Outside the door.

Conor frowned.

"Have you found anything?"

The butler nodded and said softly, "From the surveillance footage that I've gathered, Miss Kaal came here three days ago."

When he mentioned Tina, he carefully glanced at him.

Seeing that there was no expression on his face, he continued,

"I didn't hear from her that day, but the castle didn't have any surveillance system installed, so I don't know what she did here."

Conor squinted his eyes, his expression gloomy and unreadable.

"She came to get something."

The butler was surprised and said in shock, "Mr. Johnson, are you suspecting..."

Conor raised his hand, stopping him from speaking further, he took out a box from behind and passed it to the butler.

"Mister, this is?"

"Go and put together everything that can be pieced together."

The butler opened the box and saw that there was actually half a box of torn pieces of paper inside. All of them were fragments of photos.

It was small and tiny, and it looked messy.

Moreover, with a single glance, one could tell that there wasn't just a single photo in it. How could it be pieced together?

Conor also knew that it would be difficult to recover the photo.

"Pieced as much as you can."

"Yes, Mister."

The butler nodded. These photos should be important.

Otherwise, the Mr. Johnson would not spend so much effort to assemble them anew.

Seeing that she did not speak, Conor knew that he had said the wrong thing.

He was angry to the point that his face turned ugly.

Only after a moment of stalemate did he finally compromise.

"You can go there, but I'll send you there."

Tiana looked up in doubt. But in the next second, Conor suddenly carried her.

"I'll take you there." Conor insisted.

He carried Tiana out of the bedroom and walked towards her room and carefully laid her on the bed.

As soon as he let go, Tiana left immediately and ran to the other side of the bed.

Conor's hand stiffened in mid air, slowly forming a fist that was retracted.

At this time, the the cook knocked on the door as she walked in with the freshly brewed chicken soup.

"Mister, let miss have a bite to eat first."

Conor took the bowl and sat on the side of the bed.

He frowned, looking more serious than he did when he was looking at the papers.

The ladle was placed next to Tiana's mouth.

Tiana frowned, "I can do it myself ..."

But Conor's eyes were very determined.

Tiana could only open her mouth as she carefully sent the cold soup in.

His movements were clumsy, as if this was the first time in his life.

He even spilled some because he wasn't used to it.

His face was darker, but he was angry at himself.

"I'll do it myself." Tiana said.

But Conor refused to give up.

With a darkened face, he used a gaze that seemed like he was about to kill as he fed Tiana spoonfuls after spoonful of soup.

At first, his movements were unfamiliar, but as soon as it was spilled, his expression became extremely unsightly. It was as if he was the one being sprinkled soup on his clothes.

Only after he had mastered it did his complexion recover.

After silently drinking the soup, Conor finally allowed Tiana to rest, but not getting out of bed.

He helped her cover herself.

"Have a sleep."