Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride

Chapter 1301 - 1296: The Demanding Mother and Daughter

"What’s the rush? You were off with Hannah for some event and gone for days..."Josephine’s resentment was obvious; her finger landed on Harry Zachary’s chest, slowly tracing circles.

Harry’s lips hooked up at an angle; he seemed to be enjoying what Josephine was doing.

He’d heard before that it was the older women who were really slutty in bed, went all out, didn’t hold back, and you didn’t have to worry about hurting them.

He reached out and grabbed Josephine’s wrist, raised his brows wickedly. "What? Once isn’t enough? But your daughter’s waiting for me to come over and ’work.’"

"To hell with her, you can go after we’re done." Josephine threw herself at Harry and knocked him back onto the sofa; an older woman, she did things straight-up.

The lewd slapping sounds leaked out through the crack of the tightly closed bedroom door, echoing down the empty hallway...

Half an hour later, Harry came down the stairs with his clothes neat again, tapping his palm absentmindedly with a gold-colored card.

The corner of his mouth was lifted in satisfied contentment—one look and you could tell he’d just been screwing.

Henry Hargrave glared furiously at the smug, cocky man, his mouth letting out garbled ah-woo sounds like a roaring beast.

Pity that this beast was already too old and crippled to move, and could only use unfriendly howls to warn off his rival in love.

Seeing Henry’s hostility toward him, Harry just gave a careless little smile, sauntered over and stopped in front of him, then bent down slightly. "Yo, Old Hargrave, is that you saying hi to me? Look at you, why so polite, drooling all over yourself. Here, let me wipe that for you."

Harry grabbed the hand towel lying across Henry’s legs and wiped the corner of his mouth. Henry glared at him like he was his mortal enemy, letting out muffled noises, his chest heaving nonstop.

After wiping Henry’s drool, Harry put the little towel back on his leg; then, as he straightened up, he patted Henry’s shoulder like he was placating a buddy.

"Old Hargrave, don’t get so worked up. I just helped you with the heavy lifting—you ought to be thanking me."

With that, he turned and strode toward the door.

After Henry’s stroke, the entire Hargrave Family basically became Josephine’s domain. At first she’d still make a show of hiding things from the maids, but as time went on she stopped caring about anything. Those maids didn’t dare say a word anyway.

"Ah..." Henry roared hoarsely at Harry’s retreating back, his disobedient body straining forward with all its might. With a thud, Henry fell onto the marble floor, the wheelchair crashing down on top of him.

Before starting the engine, Harry glanced again at the Gold Card in his hand. The old woman had said...there was a million on it. His brows lifted unconsciously; after putting the Gold Card away, Harry finally drove off toward Hannah Hargrave’s place.

Hannah had calculated the time and was already dressed and waiting in the living room. A full hour passed and there was still no sign of Harry, so she grabbed her phone and dialed his number.

On the street, Harry glanced at the caller ID and his lips slanted up. "What is it, darling, getting impatient? Traffic’s a mess. I’ll be there in half an hour."

"Cut the damn excuses and get your ass over here!" Hannah snapped irritably, then hung up.

"Heh." Harry chuckled softly, tossed the phone onto the front console, flicked the steering wheel to change lanes, pulled into a temporary spot by the curb, pushed open the driver’s door and got out, heading straight into a pharmacy.

With a mother and daughter both that insatiable, it was really hard to satisfy them without a little pharmaceutical help.