The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 1119 - 1099: Torture!

Chapter 1119: Chapter 1099: Torture!

Just the thought of that scene had Nana Jensen shuddering with dread!

After curling up on the sofa for half a day and not seeing Willy Smith emerge, her instincts told her that he might be feeling unwell. Although it was just a small gathering, it was, after all, the day they had registered their marriage. Rio Gordon and Moriya Sandy had coaxed Willy into drinking a few glasses. Could it be that...

Nana suddenly leapt up from the sofa and frantically searched the room to no avail: "John, where are you?"

The room’s silence was the only answer, which frightened her enough to turn on all the lights. After searching again, she realized there was one place she had not checked: the bathroom. She immediately rushed to the bathroom door.

Sure enough, the bathroom light was on, and the door was locked.

"John, are you there?"

Nana pounded on the bathroom door forcefully but received no response from Willy, only a muffled groan. This truly alarmed her—what was previously just concern had now escalated into outright fear. "John, are you feeling unwell?"

Because the sounds from outside were so loud, Willy found it impossible to maintain silence. It hadn’t crossed his mind that Nana would care for him at a time like this, and the more he noticed her concern, the more the heat within him intensified. The desire that had just subsided a little was now reignited by her commotion.

"John, can you hear what I’m saying? Answer me, or I’m coming in!"

It was clear that someone was inside since the light was on, yet there was no sound, which made Nana even more scared, "John, I’m counting to three, and if you don’t make a noise, I’m coming in! One, two..."

"I’m fine!"

Just as Nana was about to say "three", a low and hoarse voice filled with obvious restraint came from inside. She was startled by the sound—it was clearly not right. "John, unlock the door, let me see!"

"Go to sleep, I’m fine!"

If she saw him like this, she would definitely be scared. He was already frightened when he saw those things in the drawer earlier. If she saw the real-life version now, it could scare her into asexuality for life!

"No, I need to see that you’re all right before I go to sleep!"

Nana had a nagging suspicion that Willy’s insistence on being fine was an act. His voice, this situation, clearly indicated a problem. Coupled with the alcohol he had consumed that evening, she found it hard to relax. In her subconscious, she always saw him as a younger brother who needed to be looked after.

Perhaps it was because of the notions Lina Miller had instilled in her from the time Willy was born. She was told repeatedly that a younger brother needs to be protected and cared for, a mantra that continued from his birth until she finished elementary school. Every visit, Lina would issue this instruction, so much so that it had become entrenched in her mindset to this day.

"John?"

As she spoke, Nana began to unlock the door. "Come out, don’t hide in the bathroom, and if you don’t come out, I’m breaking the door down!"

"Stop!"

What was with her today?

Was she really going to confront him?

Damn, she really was after his life. Flushing him out now—was that going to be his continued torture?

It seemed she truly didn’t believe he was a man!

The bathroom door was locked from inside, and just as Nana had found a stick and was about to smash the door, it was pulled open from the inside...

"John, what’s wrong? Do you have a fever?"

Nana was startled by the sight of the man’s face, hot and feverish like burning coals. She instinctively reached out to touch his forehead. "John, you have a fever, I’m going to call a doctor!"

After dropping the stick in her hand, she turned to run but was caught by Willy.

"I’m fine!"

The voice was hoarse to the extreme. Claiming to be fine was false. Moreover, this kind of thing couldn’t be helped even by a doctor, especially since he was a married man.

"You’ve got a fever this bad and you’re still fine?"

"It’s from soaking in the bath!"

Willy Smith almost instinctively retorted back to her. However, the way he stared at her, his eyes flaring with flames as if burning, inexplicably raised the temperature of Nana Jensen’s body.

"You... why are you holding a pole, what are you planning to do with it?"

To break the door?

"I thought you had fallen asleep in the bath. I’ve heard before of people bathing, falling asleep, and then drowning!"

Willy Smith: "..."

Would he drown in the bathtub?

"That’s women!"

The corner of Willy Smith’s eye twitched. This kind of concern didn’t please him at all. "Nora, I’m a man now, not a child anymore!"

Having said that, the man directly walked past her towards the bedroom. Seeing his annoyed posture, it was clear that he was angry. As for why he was angry, Nana Jensen didn’t understand at the time. She thought it was because she had disturbed his peaceful bath, but that bath had taken excessively long, after all!

Perhaps it was because as a grown man, he was worried about drowning in the bath by a woman, which must have felt humiliating to him!

Follow her and apologize immediately!

"I’m sorry, John, I thought you had some drinks tonight and it might have..."

The more Nana Jensen tried to explain, the more she felt it wasn’t right, so she decided not to explain further. "I overthought it, I’m sorry. How about this, tonight, I’ll sleep on the sofa, and you can have the bed!"

Willy Smith, who had been ignoring her, turned around abruptly upon hearing this. His deep eyes looked down at her motionlessly from above, his facial expression growing stiffer. After a long while, he squeezed three words through clenched teeth: "Not necessary!"

After that, he grabbed a quilt from the cabinet, laid it out on the sofa, lied down directly, closed his eyes, and no longer paid any attention to her.

Nana Jensen stood there dumbfounded, racking her brain thoroughly and still unable to pinpoint the grave mistake she had made. Was caring for him a little and apologizing not enough to warrant such pettiness?

"Stingy John," Nana Jensen muttered under her breath. She then hurriedly took a shower and dove straight into bed to sleep, "If you can do it, keep sleeping on the sofa!"

She had initially thought about taking turns sleeping on the bed each day!

As he didn’t need it, she decided to let him get his fill of the sofa alone!

As Nana Jensen recalled how he had never before been so cold with those "not necessary" words, she inexplicably felt irritated, as if she had taken a great blow, tossing and turning in bed without a hint of sleepiness.

Willy Smith lay on the sofa, his eyes closed, breathing deeply, striving to smooth out his breathing. Regrettably, all his efforts were futile; all night, his mind was flooded with the image of that woman’s delicate, lovely face.

And the chaotic scenes from the video; eventually, that face and the images naturally merged together in his mind, tormenting his heart and body deeply.