The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 1155 - 1134: Don’t Want to Bear Me a Child?

Chapter 1155: Chapter 1134: Don’t Want to Bear Me a Child?

We definitely want to have the best quality baby!

"Ahem, wife, asking now, is it already too late?"

Asking today about what happened last night is indeed a bit late.

"Of course it’s not too late, if you didn’t wear one, I can take the morning-after pill!"

Nana Jensen didn’t even have to think before blurting that out, and Willy Smith’s face went instantly dark: "You don’t want to have a baby?"

"Or is it that you don’t want to have a baby with me?"

Ah!

"Of course not, how could I possibly not want to have babies? A woman becomes complete by becoming a mother. I really want babies. As for having babies with you..."

Seeing the man’s face suddenly turning dark, Nana couldn’t help but find it funny. She teasingly pinched his face, "Why would I have babies for you..."

Nana purposely dragged out her words, creating an enigmatic air, watching as the man’s complexion not only darkened but crumbled before she leisurely added,

"The baby is ours, how can I say it’s just for you? It’s clearly our baby!"

After saying that, her mood uplifted, she beams a smile and moves in to give a kiss on the lips, "So, husband, don’t say again that the baby is just for you. Otherwise, I might not bear one for you, because I want to have our baby!"

Willy Smith: "..."

Isn’t that the same thing?

This little woman, how come she’s so good at nitpicking words!

How can she articulate two different meanings from the same thing?

However, regardless of everything, Willy Smith felt a huge relief after hearing she was still willing to have a baby.

"So you are willing to have a baby now, right?"

"Of course, our genes are so good, how could we let them go to waste? If people with our good genes don’t have babies, that would mean they lack social responsibility!"

Willy Smith: "..."

"Since that’s the case, let’s go ahead and have the wedding first. We’re going to have one anyway, and it’s better than having you later complain about how a pregnant bride doesn’t look good!"

"What’s the rush, we can still have the wedding after you get pregnant!"

Nana shook her head in disbelief, feeling that Willy Smith was a bit off today, always worrying about unnecessary things.

"So we’ll have the wedding after I get pregnant?"

Upon hearing these words, Willy Smith’s eyes lit up, and he immediately wanted to confirm so he wouldn’t have her back out on him later when he proposed.

"Sure, if we don’t have a wedding after getting pregnant, people might think the Smith family looks down on their daughter-in-law. We must have one!"

Weddings, though cliché and tiring, are essential for families like theirs; not having one would clearly be impossible.

"Well said, wife!"

Willy Smith, overjoyed, quickly pulled out his phone, called Sienna Harrison, "So, Mom, my proposal was successful. Nana agreed we can have the wedding right away. You can start planning!"

Nana Jensen: "..."

Proposal successful?

What proposal was he talking about?

How come she was unaware of it?

Wait, maybe that’s not even the point. The real question is, when did she agree?

"Willy Smith, when did I agree to have the wedding right away?!"

Nana’s roar resounded just as Willy Smith hung up the phone.

Willy Smith was terrified, hastily throwing his just-hung-up phone away and quickly went to comfort his wife, "Honey, be good, don’t get so angry, you can’t get too emotional now, it could upset the baby. Moriya Sandy said you need to stay in bed and rest, and then maintain a good mood..."

Upset the baby?

Nana Jensen’s mind exploded at that moment. She only heard those four words, and the man was babbling a bunch of things afterward, but she didn’t absorb a single word.

"What did you say?"

It took a while before Nana Jensen snapped out of her daze. She looked up, her gaze fixed on the man’s eyes, and demanded, "Repeat what you just said?"

Uh?

"That... Honey, actually... actually, you’re pregnant!"

Now that things had come to this, Willy Smith naturally could only come clean, "That... that... I really didn’t know you were pregnant, how would I know my ’attack power’ was so strong? It worked on the first try, so... honey..."

"So, is the baby from that time we did it in the morning?"

Before Willy Smith could finish his sentence, Nana Jensen cut him off, then turned to look at him, her face expressionless, and asked, "So, you mean to say that yesterday, the two of us, in front of the baby, tumbled the sheets that many times?"

Willy Smith: "..."

Why is that her reaction?

The normal logic would be...

Either screaming in surprise, "I have a baby!" or cursing the man, scoundrel, for getting her pregnant before she had her fun. Her reaction left him completely unprepared, didn’t it?

How should he respond?

Just as he was thinking that, she fulfilled his expectations...

"Willy Smith, you scoundrel, you complete bastard..."

"All right, all right, I’m a scoundrel, I’m a scoundrel, don’t get worked up, you need to rest, you can’t have such big mood swings. Once you’ve recovered, you can punish me however you want, durian, keyboard, cactus — pick whatever you like, I’ll accept the punishment obediently!"

When a woman is in a fury, no matter whose fault it is, it’s the man’s fault. The best thing to do is to admit it!

That’s the Smith family creed!

"Nutcase, it’s no use for you to kneel to those things!"

It was more about being startled than being angry, "You scoundrel, I haven’t even planned for this pregnancy. I haven’t taken folic acid, is our baby going to be smart?"

It was exactly what she worried about coming true. She had just mentioned that she wasn’t prepared for a pregnancy, hence asking if he took precautions, and before they could find an answer, she was already pregnant!

Truly damn...

Willy Smith: "..."

"Our child wouldn’t be smart?"

Hearing that her only concern was this, Willy Smith was speechless, "Keeping a good mood during conception is what’s most important, honey. With our genes, if the baby isn’t smart, then there are no smart kids in the world!"

"Who said that? There are also the kids from our family!"

As soon as Willy Smith finished speaking, his words were abruptly interrupted by a voice pushing through the door, "Willy Smith, it’s fine to sweet-talk your wife, but don’t you dare tell lies with your eyes open!"

"Brother Roy, Sister Bianca, Rio, Chani, what are you guys doing here?"

Nana Jensen was so excited to see the new arrivals at the door that she almost screamed. Given Willy Smith’s attitude, it seemed she would have to be bedridden and immobile, and she was just worrying about being bored when the entertainment arrived.

"Ahem, Nora, if we didn’t come to supervise and check in now and then, and John got in the mood again and things went too far, what would we do?"

The speaker was the mother of triplets, Bella Gordon, and since they were all married men and women, there were no inhibitions in speaking, "My little nephew can’t be bullied by his dad like that!"

Willy Smith: "..."

Nana Jensen’s face suddenly flushed with embarrassment. What happened last night, she seemed to have a bit of an inkling now!