The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 1134 - 1114: Who Says I’m Scheming?

Chapter 1134: Chapter 1114: Who Says I’m Scheming?

"What, are you calculating the timing for the second round?"

Seeing Nana Jensen didn’t speak, Willy Smith’s smile deepened on his lips, and his arm around her waist tightened even more. "My improvisation skills should be pretty good, so you might as well stop trying to guess, you won’t be able to get it right!"

Nana Jensen: "..."

"Who said I was calculating!"

Nana Jensen gave him a glare, and for the first time, she playfully punched his chest with her small fist without even realizing how adorable she looked. "I was just..."

"Just what?"

The man caught her fist quickly, kissed it lightly, and the tenderness in his eyes nearly overflowed. Without even needing to look into his eyes, his deeply affectionate gaze was almost too much for a woman to bear, and at this moment, that was true for Nana Jensen.

She suddenly buried her head into the quilt, but the man had no intention of letting her go. As soon as her head dove under the cover, his followed right in, asking, "Just what?"

The husky voice, roughened by afterglow, was enough to send the imagination soaring, especially while being held tightly in his arms. Nana Jensen’s cheeks turned so red they might drip water, and her heart beat fast enough to burst.

This feeling felt uniquely... terrible!

"It’s nothing!"

"Is that so?"

In the darkness of the quilt, his voice grew more wicked. "I know already, you were just thinking about how long your husband will last next time!"

"That’s not it at all!"

Without even thinking, Nana Jensen immediately retorted, "I was just thinking that it turns out when boys grow up, they can actually become very manly!"

"Nana Jensen!"

As soon as her words fell, a deep, warning tone followed. "Dare to call it ’little brother’ again, and watch if I don’t make you unable to leave the bed!"

He hated the nickname ’little brother’ to death!

All these years, it was because of this nickname hanging over him that he hadn’t dared to get close, only quietly enjoying from afar. Now, when they were legally and truly husband and wife, hearing that nickname again made Willy Smith feel like he was going to collapse.

"What are you getting so worked up about? The important part was what came after, John, you’re very manly!"

John?

Why was he so dissatisfied with this nickname?

"Call me husband!"

She was already his, so the nickname must change, even if her heart would take a bit more time to claim.

"Hus... I mean, I’m still not used to it!"

Perhaps it was the abrupt transition from ’brother’ to ’husband,’ which was a huge leap. Even now, changing a nickname she’d used for many years still felt unfamiliar.

Seeing the man hadn’t responded, only the sound of his increasingly heavy breathing coming from above, Nana Jensen knew he might be upset and quickly added another line.

"I mean, John, let me be a bit melodramatic for now, I’ll start calling you that in a couple of days!"

At least until she had fully given her heart. ’Husband’ was a sacred and pure title, and although her heart was already beginning to stir, there was still some time before she could fully commit, given her more than twenty years of fixation!

"We’ve already slept together, what’s there to be melodramatic about?"

When they’d slept together, she hadn’t hesitated or resisted; it was all straightforward, so where was this melodrama coming from? This was just her own inability to take the step in her heart, and he knew it well!

Willy Smith admitted that he was pressuring her, taking advantage of the moment she had surrendered her body to strike while the iron was hot, hoping to claim her heart in the process.

"John..."

If lovers need to start with a confession, Willy Smith had already confessed, and now it was Nana Jensen’s turn to sincerely reciprocate, "Actually, I’m not being capricious, but I want to be fair to you. Our relationship has been unfair from the start—it’s always been you silently giving, silently guarding. Since I’ve decided to devote myself to you, I should give you all of myself. ’Husband’ is a sacred title. Anyone can be a lover to the body, but a husband must have the heart!"

"Now, I’m also starting to have feelings for you. So, John, give me some time. When I’m ready to fully give my heart, I will formally call you ’Husband’!"

I’m already starting to have feelings for you!

I’m already starting to have feelings for you!

Willy’s mind was like it was enchanted, looping that sentence over and over. The joy bubbling from his heart almost seeped into his boiling blood—that indescribable sweetness!

"Calling me that once is not enough!"

"Then I’ll call you that every day for the rest of our lives!"

Though it was in the future, not now, it was still a major breakthrough for Willy in these twenty years. From impossible to slowly becoming possible—he miraculously captured the heart she had already given away.

This sweetness was not about satisfying a man’s desire to conquer but about the person he loved finally willing to start trying to love him back!

Not as a younger brother, but as her own husband!

The hat of more than twenty years was finally being lifted off.

"Nora, I think if we do it a few more times, you’ll fall in love with me wholeheartedly even faster!"

Nana Jensen: "..."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because love is made!"

Nana Jensen: "..."

It seemed like there might actually be some truth to that!

But wait, she’d heard that phrase somewhere before!

After a moment...

"God, John, you actually stole Uncle Gordon’s classic line!"

Back when Uncle Gordon was courting Auntie Ivy, he used that classic line to win her heart completely, and now John had learned it too!

"Uncle Gordon said, ’No woman loves a man who isn’t a bit scoundrel.’ I think there’s a lot of truth in that, so I’ve become a scoundrel!"

Nana Jensen: "..."

So today, his erratic behavior of taking her out to the wilderness and almost dedicating their first time to a car adventure was Uncle Gordon’s idea?

Yet, she had to admit, it was really the most effective method.

"John, Nora, get up for lunch!"

The two were still nestled in the quilt when Sienna Harrison’s voice came from the doorway, "Son, if you keep this up, Nora will be eaten up!"

"Thanks, Mom, I’ll come up for lunch right away!"

That voice, for Nana Jensen, who was being held in a man’s embrace and occasionally heated up, was like a voice from heaven. She suddenly burst out from under the quilt.

Given that her own neck was not presentable in any way, Nana Jensen wrapped herself up tightly before descending the stairs to eat with Willy.

However, as soon as the two came down for the meal, they heard Sienna Harrison’s scream from upstairs.

"Willy Smith, you scoundrel, you lied to me! How can you be so disrespectful, deceiving even your own mother! Who told me this morning that the bed sheet was already rolled up?"

No sooner had the voice sounded than Sienna Harrison came running down, furiously waving that bed sheet stained with the blood of a woman’s virginity, "What is this then? What about the blood this morning?"