The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 1107 - 1087: Roll the Woolen Yarn Ball!

Chapter 1107: Chapter 1087: Roll the Woolen Yarn Ball!

"Get lost, ya damn ball of fuzz!"

Chani Gordon directly twisted his ear, "It’s already generous of me not to punish you. You’ve ruined my reputation and tricked me into marriage!"

Owen Hayes: "..."

"When did I ever trick you into marriage? And how did I ruin your reputation? I love you too much to do that. How could I possibly tarnish your good name?"

"You obviously like me, yet you make me chase after you. Now the whole world knows that I, Miss Gordon, am pursuing the Young Master of the Hayes family. The Gordon family has lost face by throwing themselves at the Hayes family. Doesn’t that count as damaging our reputation? Not only have I lost face, but also my dad, mom, grandpa, and grandma, don’t you think that ruins the reputation?"

Having been so reserved for so long, yet still daring to think about rolling in the bed sheets, if she didn’t frustrate him to death, she wouldn’t be living up to her name!

Owen Hayes: "Then how about I let the whole world know I’m the one who likes you, that I’m the one who’s been relentlessly pursuing you, that I’ve forced you into marriage, that I’m the shameless one wanting to marry you. So now... can we do it?"

Damn it, still wants to do it?

"No way! Better to leave you frustrated!"

Chani Gordon was only concerned with the blissful sight of the ring on her finger, not even glancing at the man, which made Owen Hayes feel like she actually liked the ring more than him!

"Are you trying to kill me by giving me a stimulant?"

Owen Hayes’s face turned completely dark as he watched the seemingly content little woman before him, grinding his teeth and saying, "Chani Gordon, this is like plotting to murder your own husband!"

Who would give someone a drug and then not let them sleep it off?

Wasn’t she afraid she might incapacitate him?

"We’re not even married yet. At most, it’s plotting to murder a boyfriend. If you can’t even handle that little bit of stimulant, what’s going to happen when we’re married? The slightest seduction from some woman, a few potent vegetables, and you’d be dragged into bed in no time. I can’t trust that!"

Having said that, she decisively crawled under the quilt, ignoring him completely!

Owen Hayes: "..."

So all this torment and she still feels justified?

If verbal persuasion is futile, let the body do the talking. Swiftly, the man flipped the quilt open and dove in to envelope her in his arms.

"Owen Hayes, what are you trying to do?"

"Nothing, just holding you!"

"Just holding me, huh? Then why is your hand wandering there?"

Damn it, what kind of man claims to just hold someone and then has his hands sneaking into her chest?

"Be good, I just want to touch a little!"

"I won’t be good!"

Chani Gordon quickly brushed aside the man’s devilish claws, "Give you an inch, and you’ll take a mile, claiming you’ll ’just do it’ a bit. Behave yourself!"

Owen Hayes: "..."

Why does she know his thoughts so well?

"Chani, my dear, my wife..."

He said all the sweet words, but still, the woman wouldn’t pay him any attention. It was clearly she who initiated wanting to sleep, so why had it turned out like this in the end?

"Wife, I want you!"

Owen Hayes buried his entire head in the nape of her neck, gently nibbling on her earlobe intermittently as he conveyed his intense desire.

Ignore!

The man continued, "Wife, if you don’t give it to me, I’m going to be ruined. Don’t believe me? Feel this!"

Having said that, he teasingly nudged her with that scorching and sturdy sensation which was searing enough to make her skin burn. Chani Gordon’s heart did soften a bit after all, since she was the one who instigated this—she couldn’t blame him for being such a beast!

"Wife, how about we practice a bit so we won’t be too nervous on our wedding night?"

Seeing that the woman in his embrace didn’t refute his suggestion, Owen Hayes’s courage grew a notch. From his experience, if she didn’t object, there was a chance for negotiation. "Wife, your silence means consent, okay?"

After finishing his sentence, his hands started to wander naughtily again. This time, they didn’t just linger on her chest, but began to move downwards, eventually making their way to her lower abdomen...

The expected resistance never came, and Owen Hayes’s boldness grew further, with his hand continuing its journey downward...

Whatever, she was the one who started it today. If they ended up sleeping together, so be it. They were both grown adults, they were engaged, and it was their first time with each other—it was him who took the initiative!

Chani Gordon sighed softly in her heart, then slowly closed her eyes. Yet, just as the man’s hand slipped into her underwear, he abruptly pulled it out and sat up completely from the bed.

"Chani Gordon, you’re on your period and you dare to seduce me?!"

Owen Hayes looked at the fresh blood on his hand, screaming as he leapt from the bed. "Are you insane? If I couldn’t control myself, couldn’t you get an infection?"

Chani Gordon: "..."

She was on her period?

But before she had a chance to check her own body, the man sighed heavily again.

"Sigh, it’s my fault too, to forget something so important!"

As he said this, he got up from the bed, bent down to kiss her forehead, "You just lie there and don’t move, I’ll make you some brown sugar water and get a menstrual pad!"

After a few steps, he still couldn’t rest easy and turned his head back to emphatically repeat, "Don’t you dare get up and jump around!"

Watching the man leave and vanish from her line of sight, Chani Gordon realized that ever since they confirmed their relationship that year, she never had to worry about her menstrual cycle again. Even the menstrual pads, which were a woman’s necessity, were something she no longer had to concern herself with.

He planned her meals every day. Speaking of which, it was she who pursued him, but that was just talk. In terms of effort, aside from clinging to him, she hadn’t actually done anything, not buying him clothes, not getting gifts, not even caring about his preferences when they went out to eat. What she called love was merely bravery.

And for Owen Hayes, without sweet nothings, without confessions, and even without ever saying the kind of considerate things a normal boyfriend would say, he had done everything. He knew what she loved to eat, what she enjoyed, what she hated most, what she was like when angry—even dealing with her period was his concern!

It seemed...

She loved him with just her lips, while he loved her with his whole heart!

After buying the necessary items, Owen Hayes returned to find the woman sitting dazedly on the bed, staring blankly at the quilt, her brows furrowed and her complexion somewhat pale, which scared Owen Hayes enough to rush over with his purchases.

"Chani, are you feeling unwell? I remember you don’t get cramps, what’s wrong?"

Owen Hayes’s hand had just reached her forehead when she suddenly grasped his waist tightly, then buried her head into his embrace with force. "Owen Hayes, I love you!"

"Honey, I’ve known you loved me for a long time!"

Owen Hayes, somewhat helpless, stroked her head, blaming himself for getting so excited that he forgot something so important. "I made you some brown sugar water. Drink some, and then go clean up in the bathroom!"

"I’m not drinking it, I don’t get cramps!"

"It warms the stomach!"

"I have a hot stomach, I don’t need warming!"

"Still, you should drink it. Be good!"

Both had decided to give themselves to each other, but who would have thought that such a farce would interrupt them? The result was a man stimulated to the brink of madness, embracing a woman who could bleed at any moment, both enduring a sleepless night, tormented until dawn!