The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 984 - 964: It’s big outside, I’m a little afraid of the cold!

Chapter 984: Chapter 964: It’s big outside, I’m a little afraid of the cold!

"If that’s what you think, you’re sorely mistaken!"

Nana Jensen glanced up at him nonchalantly, the trace of an indifferent smile already gone, "Don’t be fooled by my stature, but I am... sturdy, you still have a chance to back out now!"

"I’ve made my choice, to back out now would seem particularly unmanly," Graham Stones shrugged, "Bad judgment, no advantage gained, well... I’ll just have to suck it up!"

Nana Jensen: "..."

It looked like this man was hell-bent on holding her!

Not to mention in modern society, even in ancient society, this was nothing out of the ordinary, she really wasn’t in the position to make a fuss. However, being held by a strange man while wearing a shoulder-baring, strapless dress was truly... a bit unnatural for her!

"John, could you help me get a shawl?" When she turned her head and saw Willy Smith standing quietly on the side, the idea just popped into Nana Jensen’s mind, "It’s windy outside, and I’m a bit cold!"

"Sure!"

Willy Smith, who had been standing by, was already displeased with the man trying to take advantage under the guise of courtesy. In such circumstances, the excuse was utterly aboveboard, and had Nana Jensen not spoken up, it would’ve been somewhat disrespectful for him to voice any objections first!

Now that she had spoken, naturally, he had to comply, and as for the shawl... the thicker, the better!

"It’s windy outside?"

Watching Willy Smith’s retreating figure, Graham Stones squinted his peach blossom eyes, staring at Nana Jensen with a sly, teasing expression, and said with profound implication, "Are you afraid I’ll be sleazy and take advantage of you?"

Rather than let her draw that conclusion, he might as well say it outright. He may be flirtatious, but never sleazy – of course, he couldn’t admit his rakishness in front of a woman he fancied!

Nana Jensen: "..."

This man was indeed more troublesome than she had imagined, to say such a thing so directly!

"If you must think that way, I can’t help it!"

Nana Jensen shrugged her shoulders. Willy Smith had already brought over the shawl, but upon seeing it, not only did Graham Stones freeze, even she was taken aback. This was no shawl, it was clearly a blanket.

A white shawl, a cashmere shawl – not thick, but sufficiently large, a typical spring garment. This shawl was clearly not designed to block the wind, but rather seemed perfect for wrapping up a dumpling.

"Nora, I looked for a long time, and only this shawl matched the color of your bridesmaid’s dress, so..."

"Thank you, John!"

Before Willy Smith could finish, Nana Jensen interrupted him. In her mind, Willy Smith was always truthful, and besides, as a young boy, how could he know what shawl matched what dress? As long as the color matched, it was fine.

"No problem, shall I help you put it on?"

Nana Jensen didn’t refuse but simply nodded her head gently. Then she watched Willy Smith, who now stood a head taller than her, step steadily to her side. He skillfully unfolded the shawl in his hands, crafted the most suitable style for her dress, draped it over her, and tied a beautiful bow. Although Nana Jensen’s entire upper body was wrapped up tight, the shawl highlighted all the graceful and coy beauty of a woman.

Enshrouded in a white cloak, only the fluffed hem of the skirt was visible beneath, that concealed beauty was like leaving a huge space for imagination, especially for a woman with such an outstanding face—it always made people want to know if her figure was proportionally astonishing!

Watching Graham Stones looking down at Nana Jensen with that gaze, Willy Smith began to regret his cleverness backfiring. Clearly, he had thought this was the ugliest, most conservative, best-covering shawl, yet he had not expected that when draped over Nana, it would produce such a startling effect.

She truly was a woman of natural beauty, seemingly impossible to mar!

Willy Smith was already itching to slap himself, clearly, he had no right to do so now!

"So beautiful!"

Graham caught the annoyance on Willy’s face instantly, and his mood brightened in a flash, "Now you won’t have to worry about the wind outside. Can I carry you out there? Otherwise, we might miss the bride and the rest of the bridesmaids!"

Nana didn’t speak further, which was as good as assent. It wasn’t her place to be difficult at someone else’s wedding, and besides, she was never one to make a fuss!

Willy could only watch, helplessly, as the man bent down to lift the person he’d hidden in his heart and carry her away, igniting a dull pain at the base of his heart, leaving him no choice but to follow behind Graham. The bedroom was getting emptier, from eighteen people down to just two or three, but those ten-centimeter high heels really were torture!

"Miss, may I carry you downstairs?"

Samson Turner finally managed to approach his target on tiptoes, it had not been easy!

"I’m not a bridesmaid today, sir. I think you’ve mistaken me!"

While she spoke, Mia Rowen gestured to her clothes, hoping he would understand she wasn’t a bridesmaid, then pointed at some girls not far off dressed as bridesmaids, saying, "If you don’t choose soon, you’ll end up going down barefoot!"

"Since there’s already a mistake, let’s just go with it!"

Samson shrugged and then glanced at the few remaining people in the room, "It seems you’re short on bridesmaids anyway—give me some face and let’s make up the numbers? After all, I’m part of the bride’s squad!"

Clearly, aside from her, he had no interest in any other woman in the room, and more importantly, Chani Gordon, the lady of the house and female lead, had said that anyone who is part of the bride’s squad would do. To put it another way, as long as someone was in this room, whether male or female, they were eligible!

"Cough cough, I..." She couldn’t get out the words "already married" before being interrupted by a cold indifferent voice at the doorway.

"Sorry, my wife is pregnant right now, and those high heels of yours, should you lose your balance, the consequences would be unimaginable," said Morgan Sanders as he walked in, politely nodding towards Samson but with a determined tone, "There are still unmarried bridesmaids available—let’s not delay the lucky moment for the couple, sir!"

Pregnant?

When Morgan’s words fell, not only was Samson shocked, even Mia was stunned by the news—when did she become pregnant?

That said, Mia couldn’t help but glance at her flat abdomen, the corners of her eyes twitching. Was this man... so jealous that he would make her life unbearable?

For Samson, who was standing right in front of her, her reaction was as good as confirming the truth in Morgan’s announcement that his wife was pregnant.

The unshaken worldliness of more than twenty years was stirred for the first time—his heart throbbing for a married, supposedly pregnant woman. Samson felt an impulse to self-harm!