The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 1008 - 988: Why Don’t You Come Over and Sleep with Me?

Chapter 1008: Chapter 988: Why Don’t You Come Over and Sleep with Me?

His heart uncontrollably began to race, and sweat slowly started to bead in the palm of his hand holding hers.

Images of the woman undressing unbiddenly floated through his mind; her subdued features blurry with inebriation, infused with a tantalizing allure.

Damn it, Willy, how can you be so depraved?

Willy really wanted to slap himself!

Nana’s hand had been in his the whole time, which kept her from making a fuss. It took three servants a great deal of effort to change the pajamas completely. By the time the clothes had been changed, Willy’s shirt was soaked through!

"Mr. Smith, Miss Jensen’s clothes have been changed!"

"Say it after the makeup is also removed!"

Willy dared not turn his head to look at her, fearing that he might see what he shouldn’t see, so he maintained his position without moving a muscle for quite a while before he finally nodded, "Okay, I know!"

"So, Young Master Smith, shall we go first? Our young mistress is still waiting for us!"

Under these circumstances, they were like intrusive light bulbs, "Miss Jensen is already asleep, she won’t cause more trouble, we..."

"You guys go down!"

Despite the simple words, he managed to say them as if they were forced through clenched teeth. The servants quickly left, and soon only the two of them were left in the room. The sleeping person didn’t know, but the one who was awake was agonizing.

The person was already asleep, but her hand was still held in Willy’s, her soft and warm palm resting on his heart, so soft that it made him feel weak.

Finally, Willy gathered the courage to turn around.

The temperature in the bedroom had been adjusted back to normal, optimal for human bodies. Listening to her request, the servants had dressed her in a set of white, long-sleeve pajamas and pajama pants made of cotton; the most common and most old-fashioned double-breasted cardigan. If it had been decorated with some patterns, it would be the elderly pajamas that grandmothers wear.

But on this woman, it had a distinct charm, especially her clean and flawless face after removing the makeup, nestled in the pure white pajamas, she looked like a snow doll lying in the snow, stunningly breathtaking!

Willy gently released the woman’s hand, reaching for the quilt to cover her chest. However, as his hand landed on her chest, he froze completely. Even in deep sleep, the woman’s prominent **** moved subtly with her rhythmic breathing, her chest gently rising and falling.

Having never seen a woman’s body before, Willy’s mind exploded with unrestricted imaginations, scattering his thoughts into chaos. A sensation akin to electric currents wildly darted through his body, overwhelming him with its force.

His body instinctively desired to kiss the woman’s forehead...

Yes, just the forehead. He dared not think any further; however... he couldn’t do that, he was well aware that it was a violation. Such a perfect Nora, like a goddess in his heart, how could he entertain such thoughts.

Calm down, turn around, leave, go!

But no sooner had he turned around and taken a step, the woman’s soft, tender voice reached him, "Don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone, I’m scared. Stay with me!"

The delicate and sultry voice, in her semi-conscious state, wielded an irresistible charm that drained Willy of his strength altogether, driving all his energy to one place, his lower abdomen...

Oh God!

He got hard!!!

The legendary erection—-that physiological response had never occurred to him before, as he had never harbored any lustful thoughts about anyone... Wait!

That means he did indulge in lascivious thoughts about Nora, which triggered this reaction!

Damn it, why is he such a scoundrel!

He would later thoroughly understand that these thoughts were the purest, most complete form of love for a woman, but at that time, Willy didn’t know and only felt like an utterly despicable bastard!

Realizing this, Willy, who originally only wanted to take care of her in the room, immediately abandoned the thought and turned to run. But he had only taken two steps when the woman behind him reacted reflexively, bouncing up from the bed, "Willy Smith, if you dare leave, you will never be allowed to play with me again!"

The man’s footsteps halted abruptly, freezing not far from the edge of the bed, not daring to move an inch.

"Aren’t you coming over to sleep with me?!"

Willy Smith: "..."

Can she really be this way, even when drunk?

No wonder Uncle Jensen could still sleep with Auntie Lina when he was drunk, these genes are insanely strong. Surely Nora isn’t going to do that with him, right?

No, no, no, even if she wanted to do that, he would rather die than submit, all to protect Nora’s innocence!

He had barely thought this... when suddenly, his waist tightened, a pair of delicate hands unsuspectingly wrapped around his waist, and her head pressed against his back. Then, a soft and whiny voice came from behind, "I didn’t mean to get angry just now, it’s my fault, let sister give you a hug, hurry up and come to bed, sister will treat you nicer from now on!"

Just as Willy’s body began reacting to the embrace, the word "sister" shocked him like a cold bucket of water poured from head to foot. Even drunk to the point of losing all decorum, she still remembered she was older than him, his sister!

In her heart, he would always be just the little brother, a little younger than her. Everything that happened just now was nothing more than childhood play, a habit she had grown used to, treating him as a younger brother!

For the first time, Willy’s physiological reaction was completely doused by the words "sister."

Nana Jensen tormented him all night, insisting on holding him while she slept, clinging to him like a koala. Despite being emotionally devastated by the term "sister," Willy ultimately couldn’t resist her demands.

If he has to be the little brother, so be it, as long as he can stay by her side. Without any physiological reaction, his body being held by a woman just stiffened throughout the night, never again harboring the so-called lewd thoughts he once entertained.

The next day!

The day after the big wedding, it was a tradition in Corda City’s elite circles to serve tea to the in-laws first thing in the morning. Bella Gordon had sternly reminded herself the night before to wake up early and serve tea as a dutiful daughter-in-law, but unfortunately, the bridal chamber had been too exhausting for both parties, both novices.

They simply slept through it all!

The alarm sounded and was turned off by Roy Thompson, only waking up after it was no longer time to serve tea, but time for breakfast instead.

"Shoot, why is it already 7:30, why didn’t my alarm go off? This alarm needs replacing, aaaaah! No good first impression on my first day as a daughter-in-law! Aaaaaah!"

Bella Gordon started screaming as soon as she saw the time, but the man beside her spoke unhurriedly, not at all distressed about missing the time.

"You’ve always made a good impression on your father-in-law and mother-in-law from childhood onwards; no need to worry about this one time!" After a pause, the man added with a chuckle, "Besides, serving more tea isn’t as filial as giving them a grandson!"