The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 983 - 963: Will It Work?

Chapter 983: Chapter 963: Will It Work?

Chapter 963

"Even men who can merely pay lip service are capable of this, so why wouldn’t I, a man who offers his sincere heart, be able to do the same? Could it be that I’m even worse than them?"

Roy Thompson glanced deep into her eyes, "Bianca, I love you, and it’s not just talk. If even the most worthless of men can do this for the woman he loves, why can’t I, Roy Thompson, achieve it?"

"I love you, and I’m willing to do anything for you. Forget a body-selling contract, even if it were a death warrant, I, Roy Thompson, would sign it without error!"

He had given her so many years of silent and patient waiting, and now it was time to prove with actions that a woman’s years of waiting for him were worthwhile. To say it a thousand times would still fall short; to do anything for her was the only proof!

"Clap Clap Clap Clap..."

Rapturous applause erupted throughout the room, and the subsequent segment was automatically canceled by Chani Gordon. Her brother-in-law had cooperated to such an extent that she found no interest in playing any more games. So, wanting to see her brother-in-law embarrassed, that would only be a chance during the bridal chamber time, for any other moment, better forget it!

"Alright, brother-in-law, now you can carry your bride onto the sedan chair!"

As she said that, Chani Gordon felt something was not quite right, "Oh, no, that’s not correct, it should be to carry your bride onto the flower machine! And for your groomsmen, none of them can go out empty-handed, if they are wearing the ’shoes of happiness’ that I distributed, they must carry a bridesmaid out as well!"

After speaking, she turned on her small camcorder and began to record the video personally.

Roy Thompson selectively ignored the words that followed; just bending down to carry his bride and walking forward was what mattered to him. As for the groomsmen, that naturally had nothing to do with him. Why would he bother with such a good opportunity that involved holding beautiful women?

"Brother Roy, can you manage with these shoes?"

Such high wine glass heels, not to mention men— even women might not be able to walk steadily all the time, let alone when carrying such a large person!

Can I manage?

Why did these words sound so irritating to listen to?

Although he knew well that the woman did not mean it that way, why did Roy Thompson’s mind unavoidably derive this different meaning from the word?

"Can I or can I not, it’s pointless to ask now, isn’t it? After all, a man will never admit when he cannot manage!"

Roy Thompson looked down into the woman’s eyes, catching a flash of mischief, and his words carried a teasing tone, "If you want to know whether I can manage or not, tonight, you take the initiative!"

Bella Gordon: "..."

Is that what she meant?

Is that what she meant?

Is that what she meant?

The important question asked three times—a question Bella Gordon repeated in her mind—and still, she felt that was not what she meant!

However, her face, impeccably made up, couldn’t help but... turn red!

"I... I won’t take the initiative!"

The moment the words left her mouth, Bella Gordon wanted to bite off her tongue. She had no intention to speak, so why did she end up saying such a thing?

A woman’s sense of shame, where had it gone?

Where was it?

Argh!

Fortunately, her voice had been soft, hoping Brother Roy hadn’t heard her, but just as she had that thought, Roy Thompson’s wickedly attractive voice drifted over, "I’ve already ’sold myself,’ so don’t you plan to take initiative and ’inspect the merchandise’? Normally, isn’t it the buyer who’s more anxious than the seller?"

Bella Gordon: "..."

This...

This man, she had just prioritized love over sisterhood, yet as soon as she turned around and he was holding her in his arms, he started to tease her like this!

"Ahem, it’s fine. What’s bought is bought, and I’m not planning to return it, so it doesn’t make any difference whether I inspect the merchandise sooner or later!" Bella Gordon lifted her head and kissed the man’s chin, "Only those who distrust the product and worry about it would rush to inspect it. I trust this product, so I won’t inspect it, but I’ll still keep it!"

Roy Thompson: "..."

It seemed that now he had ’sold himself,’ it was he who would be serving her in the bedroom days ahead!

The groom had energetically carried the bride out, while the best men had just managed to safely reach their chosen bridesmaids, even with ten centimeter high heels.

"Hello, Nora!"

From the moment Graham Stones entered the room and caught sight of Nana Jensen, his eyes were hooked on her face. Without needing to say anything, he made his move on the most beautiful and tender bridesmaid. Although it seemed that the bridesmaid wasn’t very fond of him, that didn’t stop him from seizing this opportunity to flirt, "My name is Graham Stones, and I’m one of the best men today!"

Nana Jensen merely looked up at him and before she could even open her mouth to speak, the man extended his hand very gentlemanly and slowly uttered four words: "Pleasure to work with you!"

Work together?

Pleasure!

A woman can refuse a hooligan, but she can never refuse a gentleman who wants to be a hooligan with her!

Nana Jensen wasn’t interested in this man at all, but after all, being a bridesmaid wasn’t about being interested in the best man, but rather about sending off the bride!

So, even if she was reluctant to have any physical contact with the man, Nana Jensen still nodded at him and said four words: "Pleasure to work with you!"

Graham Stones’ outstretched hand hovered in mid-air, imagining he could hold the woman’s delicate fingers. But the more elusive that grasp was, the more it stirred up the primeval urge to conquer within him!

As an object of countless young girls’ affections, Graham Stones wouldn’t just lose to a woman he fancied!

"You’re not suggesting I should carry you out, are you?" Having said that, Graham Stones even gestured for her to look at some bridesmaids already being carried out by their selected best men, "Everyone’s already started acting on it, it’s part of the game rules. We’re just here to boost the spirits of the bride and groom, you wouldn’t suggest otherwise!"

"Of course!"

The conversation had reached this point, and Nana Jensen couldn’t well say much else, only asking lightly with four words: "Why choose me then?"

The man’s intentions were plainly written on his face, and she was curious as to what kind of explanation he would give!

If Roy Thompson was the type she liked, tall, handsome, and graceful, then this man named Graham Stones was the type she disliked - frivolous, bewitching, full of sweet talk, a typical representation of women liking the bad boys!

Regrettably, she didn’t like that kind of man!

"Because..."

Who was Graham Stones? He was a man born amidst a throng of women, and he could tell right away that this girl wasn’t fond of him, perhaps even worse. To turn around her impression, sweet talk was certainly not suitable for her. He paused, then slowly articulated a few words: "You’re the youngest here, so you must be the lightest!"

After speaking, he even lifted his foot for Nana Jensen to see the high heels on his feet: "I don’t have the groom’s skills; I’m not steady in these. So, picking someone lighter, to avoid falling and making a fool of myself!"

"Pfft!"

This was the first time the man had seen her laugh impulsively like this, that pure smile was beyond his imagination, beautiful and pristine like a lotus. Under the influence of such a laugh, Graham Stones felt that his past was... so dirty!