The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 1143 - 1123: You... Can You Say That Again?

Chapter 1143: Chapter 1123: You... Can You Say That Again?

When she said those words, Nana Jensen realized that, despite always priding herself on valuing life more than anything, she could treat life so insignificantly. Compared to the possibility of anything happening to Willy Smith, she could disregard the life and death of others, especially when that someone was courting death themselves!

Willy Smith was also stunned upon hearing this!

He couldn’t believe such words were spoken by Nana Jensen, "Nora..."

"Don’t say I’m heartless. Compared to your safety, I would rather you think of me as a heartless woman!"

From the height of the eighteenth floor, despite having foam mats laid out below and all preparations made, their effectiveness was questionable. One of the bodyguards had already gone over to help, but unfortunately, the man’s weight was simply too much, pulling half of Willy Smith’s body out over the rooftop edge. The other bodyguard held tightly onto Willy’s arm, but the combined strength of two people was just too great.

Willy Smith turned his head to look at her and couldn’t utter a word for a long while, only feeling his throat hoarse as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t because of the immense shock, leaving only the acid sensation in his eyes as sparkling tears circled the rims.

Such a kindhearted girl, when faced with his safety, made the decisive and unwavering choice to abandon her kindness. That proved how important, extremely important, he was in her heart, so much so that it could change the innate goodness she had carried since birth.

In this way, Willy Smith’s many years of effort were truly worthwhile!

But he knew that if a life were truly lost, the girl would keep this incident hidden in her heart forever. With her kind nature, how could he bear to destroy that precious fragment of goodness within her?

That shock seemed to grant Willy Smith an endless source of strength. He thought this must be the so-called power of love.

His arms, originally exhausted and unable to bear the weight, suddenly filled with immense power. Nana Jensen’s screams continued, the police below were doing their utmost to prepare the ground in the hope of minimizing any harm in the event of an accident, and rescue workers were also rushing up from below.

Finally, Nana Jensen bit her lip hard and rushed over to the bodyguard who was tightly holding onto her to keep her away from the dangerous edge. She forcefully pulled Willy Smith’s arm upward. The rescue workers, startled by Nana’s frantic desperation, promptly threw themselves into the rescue effort.

Willy Smith was pulled up bit by bit. The man who had experienced the fear of death hanging in mid-air was hoisted up, and now, he collapsed on the ground, his face pale, unable to say a word.

"Still want to commit suicide?"

Willy Smith took a deep breath and looked down coldly at the person on the ground. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "If you want to jump, then jump. Have the dignity not to shout for help..." Before he could finish the word "life," his lips were suddenly covered by a soft, fragrant pair of lips.

The scent that overwhelmed him was familiar even in his dreams, the soft lips, kissing him chaotically with no technique to speak of. But that inexperienced wildness was precisely the outlet for an extremely unsettled heart.

The more she kissed, the deeper the woman delved, unwittingly standing on tiptoes, her hands tightly hooking around his neck...

Willy Smith couldn’t withstand her teasing. With a strong arm, he enveloped the woman’s waist tightly in his embrace, the force gradually intensifying until it was out of control, as if he wanted to meld her into his bones and blood with his frantic kisses. It was only when he tasted the saltiness that he stopped...

"Nora!"

She was crying. Willy Smith’s heart softened, and he bowed his head to kiss away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Be good, don’t cry, let’s go back!"

"Willy, you scoundrel, why did you bother with this matter in the first place?!!!"

The next moment, Nana Jensen cried even harder, her small fists pounding like a release upon the man’s chest in the aftermath of the ordeal, "If something had happened to you, how could I go on living? Why did you do something so foolish? If money can solve the problem, why take the risk?!"

The woman’s voice was shockingly loud, her hysterical screams almost bursting Willy Smith’s eardrum. Willy Smith instinctively frowned and tried to push her head a little further away: "Calm down, Nora. It’s all right now. If you use money to solve this kind of problem, there will be a first time and a second time. The Jensen family is wealthy but not for charity; not a penny should be given if it’s not due. That’s principle!"

"Principles, in my eyes, your safety is much more important than any damn principles!"

How could she not know? But in her eyes, nothing was more important than life itself. Having once experienced the brink of death, she could not stand idly by and watch the one she loved endure that kind of pain. "You’re my husband, a family man. How can you be so reckless?!"

Husband?

Willy Smith was completely stunned by that scream, not by the blast that shattered the sky, but by that word he was always waiting for, yet despite all his efforts, could never hear—husband.

She...finally acknowledged him as her husband?

Willy stared blankly at the woman whose shoulders he had firmly restrained with his hands, a sensation akin to euphoria rising from his heart, then spreading to every organ, filling every part of his sensory system.

"You...say that again?"

Following the surprise was disbelief. Willy always felt that it was all too surreal. That morning she had said she wanted him to wait two more days, and now it was only a few hours later. So... could it be?

"John, what’s wrong?"

Nana Jensen was frightened by his dazed state, forcefully patting his cheek again and again. "Don’t scare me!"

"Did you just call me your husband?"

"Nonsense, if you’re not my husband, are you my brother?"

Willy Smith: "..."

"Then call me husband!"

Nana Jensen: "..."

So this man, struck like he’d been hit by lightning, couldn’t believe those words?

Had she really made him feel so insecure? So desperate?

His ecstatic disbelief, like a sharp knife, deeply stabbed into Nana Jensen’s heart, silently seeping out fresh, red blood: "I’m sorry!"

I’m sorry?

Willy’s heart sank, the taste of disappointment rising, knowing how it was going to be, he should not have...

"I’m sorry, husband!"

Before the disappointment could settle, the woman’s earnest voice exploded in his ear, "I’m sorry, husband. I shouldn’t have made you wait so long!"

His mind, as if awakened by the crack of fireworks, was immediately swept by boundless joy the next moment. He... had finally waited for this!