The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 954 - 933: You’re not even handsome!

In such moments, women often refuse to budge, "You’re not even that handsome!"

Morgan Sanders: "..."

If he wasn’t handsome, then all these years, the unchallenged status of campus heartthrob didn’t count for anything? If that wasn’t handsome, then what was, "I’m more than good enough for you!"

After a pause, Morgan seemed to remember something, and abruptly, he lifted his head and grasped the woman’s chin, his deep gaze emitting a strong warning the moment their eyes met, "With your looks, you’re only a match for me. Someone at Roy Thompson’s level, only Bella Gordon could match him. Don’t even think about it!"

The truth was, from the first time he saw Roy Thompson, he understood why Bella Gordon had considered his deep affection over the years a burden and could never reciprocate even a little feeling. The reason was simple: no matter how exceptional he was or how hard he worked, he could never reach the world of a man like Roy Thompson!

But back then, his understanding was too shallow, and ultimately, he was too persistent. Fortunately, he hadn’t let things get too awkward; otherwise, he wouldn’t even know how to interact with Mia now.

"Morgan Sanders, are you looking down on me?"

Mia Rowen’s complexion changed instantly; was he suggesting that she was inferior to Bella Gordon?

Morgan Sanders: "..."

"Which ear of yours heard me saying I’m looking down on you!" Morgan was exasperated. He clearly meant they were a better match. Annoyed, he held down the woman’s squirming body and took an ointment from the bedside table. When he looked at her again, his face unexpectedly reddened slightly, and it took him a long time to speak again, "Will you do it yourself, or shall I help you?"

"What is this stuff?"

Mia was initially puzzled, but soon realized, "I’m not injured. If it weren’t for your door-opening sound scaring me, I wouldn’t have choked on my saliva and wouldn’t need any ointment!"

At her words, Morgan’s face turned even redder, and his lips trembled without speaking for quite some time. In the end, he could only fix his gaze on Mia’s lower body wrapped in a bath towel. "I’m talking about that place, isn’t it said that it’s easy for girls to get scraped their first time? And this morning we..."

After the ambiguity settled, they both quieted down. At this time, he couldn’t bring himself to say teasing words on the bed, and for some reason, Morgan found it difficult to look at her. His cheeks reddened bit by bit, reminiscent of the first time he was awestruck seeing Bella Gordon under the sycamore tree on campus.

To be sure, it was more than that. This feeling was even more intense than back then. His initial impression on seeing Bella Gordon was like witnessing a fairy descending from heaven—such a beautiful and spirited girl was unforgettable. The first impact was her beauty.

But now, he had seen Mia’s face for many years, so familiar that he could draw her features with his eyes closed. And now he could sketch her figure as well. This feeling stirred from within was nothing like the infatuation spurred by beauty at first sight—this was on a different level entirely.

If that feeling was called liking, then what he felt now was deep love!

Just that time had passed so quickly, and facing such a familiar person, Morgan found it impossible to utter the word "love". Even if he could, how would Mia believe that he was sincere?

Nearly two decades of affection, to let go now? And it had only been a little over a month. If he really confessed, she might just see him as one of those men with smooth talk and pretty words.

"Fine, just leave the ointment and go downstairs yourself!"

Snapping back to reality, Mia snatched the ointment from his hand and pushed him, "I can apply it myself; get going now!"

Morgan glanced at the woman’s cheeks, red as tomatoes, but still he turned and left the room without another word, his own face burning redder and redder!

Watching the bedroom door close, Mia Rowan finally let out a sigh, then lowered her head to stare blankly at the ointment in her hand. Did he really do such a thing?

When he was taking a bath just now, did he go downstairs to buy ointment for her?

When a man does such things for a woman, doesn’t it mean he cares?

That’s how it seemed to be written in romance novels!

Did Morgan Sanders care about her?

Oh, it seemed like he did a bit, especially the tension when he rushed into the bathtub to pull her out, the clear panic and confusion, the instinctive reaction one can’t hide when nervous!

And then, there were his words about widowhood, accompanying to the grave; could she possibly misunderstand, thinking this man was starting to like her a bit?

So he was planning to spend his life with her?

Mia Rowan felt a maddening sensation; in fact, her lower body wasn’t hurting that much anymore. Speaking of which, the so-called ’first time’ wasn’t as exaggerated as described in romance novels, like the entire body being run over by a car. If you’re run over by a car, would you still be alive?

Clearly, those are exaggerations!

But considering he was the one who bought the ointment, Mia Rowan still applied it on herself. After applying the ointment, she tidied up earnestly, slipped on a high-necked sweater to cover the nape of her neck, and repeatedly checked her makeup and attire in the mirror before going downstairs.

But as soon as she reached downstairs, she heard a familiar scolding voice, and Mia’s steps instinctively halted.

This scene wasn’t really suitable for her to join in; nothing good ever happened whenever her mother-in-law came by. It was all about pregnancy or contraception, with little else on the agenda.

However, given her current situation with Morgan Sanders, even if they slept together, it was just that, sleeping together—not suitable for having children, especially since they were both still young!

Mia Rowan was just about to turn around, to hide a bit before heading back down. After all, in front of her mother-in-law, she could only agree, since it wasn’t her own mother.

But before she could take a step away, she heard Mrs. Sanders’ voice, cold as ice, striking right at her heart.

"Mum..."

"Don’t call me mum. If you don’t bear me a grandson, don’t call me mum!" It seemed Mrs. Sanders was quite upset with her son, her voice growing louder as she spoke, "Morgan Sanders, I warn you, don’t think I don’t know what’s on your mind. Are you still pining for that Miss Bella Gordon of the Gordon family?"

"Mum, I’ve told you, I’m married now and I’ll definitely live a good life. Besides, I’m ’second-hand’ goods now. When I was ’brand new’, they didn’t fancy me, and now that I’m ’second-hand’, would they? Even if I pine, it’s pointless!"

Even if he pined, it was still pointless?

So that meant he was still pining for her, but it was just futile?

Mia Rowan felt her head explode with a bang. She desperately wanted to flee, but her legs couldn’t muster any strength at all!