The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 127: Either don’t love, or love deeply.

Chapter 127: Either don’t love, or love deeply.

"So, you’re touched now?"

Seeing her like this, Michael Gordon boldly moved closer to her side and took the chance to pull her into his arms, "If you’re touched, give me a chance to pursue you. If you think the pursuit is too cumbersome and dramatic, then just simply agree to me. Let’s skip the courting and start interacting, okay?"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

Huh? What’s going on?

Only then did Ivy realize she was being held in his arms, with the sounds of his strong heartbeats echoing from his back. Does he seem like someone afflicted with stomach pain?

Could it be that this man has been pretending to be ill?

Ivy frowned closely, looking at Michael Gordon with a layer of anger in her eyes.

"Michael Gordon, do you find it amusing to pretend to be sick and watch me serve you like a fool?"

Michael Gordon: "..."

Did he pretend to be sick? Was he amused? God knows, he really does have a stomach disease! It’s just not that severe!

"Darling, don’t be angry!"

Seeing that Ivy was angry but not pushing him away, Michael grew bolder. He moved his face closer to hers and gently brushed against her unpowdered, tender skin. "Everything I’ve done is because I love you!"

Darling?

Hearing such a term seriously uttered from a man like Michael was a bit hard to accept!

Aren’t these cheesy names commonly used by prodigal sons who avoid real work and spend their days chasing after women?

Ivy nearly burst out laughing, but she managed to hold it in. Clearing her throat, she started speaking with a bit of embarrassment: "*cough cough* You love me? How come I haven’t noticed?"

Who wears their heart on their sleeve like that!

However, as soon as Ivy had this thought, the arm that was holding her tightened its grip.

The other hand that was previously not doing anything, boldly reached into Ivy’s shirt. Lowering her head, Ivy realized that the buttons on her shirt had been unintentionally undone.

Startled, she grabbed Michael’s rampaging hand: "Michael Gordon, what are you trying to do?!"

"Darling, isn’t it because you don’t believe what I said and didn’t notice that I love you?"

Michael Gordon stared intensely at the hands she used to restrain his, the devilish smile deepening on his face. His husky voice mingled with his ragged breath and lingered on her ear, "If you don’t believe what I say, then I have to prove it! Baby, be good; I’ll make sure you see how much I love you!"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

Did she mean this?

Ivy felt her whole body tense up!

"Hiss..."

As soon as she moved, the intense discomfort in her stomach came rushing back, the pain gradually spreading...

The man didn’t continue with his flirting. Instead, he subconsciously held onto his stomach, his face paling once again.

Ivy watched as beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, seeping through his pale skin, and soaking a large patch on his clothes...

"Michael Gordon!!"

Ivy’s heart seemed to stop beating at that moment. Instinctively, she reached for the medicine on the table, read the instructions, and with trembling hands, opened the white pill before preparing a glass of warm water.

"Open your mouth!!"

Ivy commanded, not giving him any chance to react, she immediately pried his mouth open.

But CEO Gordon proved to be incredibly stubborn when he wanted to be. Before she could shove the medicine into his mouth, he pushed away her hand holding the pill.

The white particles in Ivy’s hand rolled directly onto the ground.

"Michael Gordon!"

Ivy’s face instantly turned ashen with rage, "You still won’t take medicine even in this state, do you want to hurt yourself to death?"

"If you don’t agree to be my girlfriend..." Michael’s threat was almost squeezed out between his ragged breaths, "I will not take any medicine!"

Ha!

Ivy felt helpless, like a scholar trying to reason with a soldier. She wanted to smash his heart medicine on the table and tell him to take it or leave it.

But when she saw his face, now as pale as a corpse’s, she couldn’t bring herself to be that cruel.

This man knew her too well. She wouldn’t be heartless in such a situation.

"Michael Gordon, can you quit being so childish? Take the medicine first!"

Ivy sighed, then reached out to break another pill from the medicine box. But before she could, her hand was stopped by Michael’s trembling one.

"I am just that childish. Either agree to it or watch me die in front of you!"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

This childish man even started threatening with his life now?

"Mr. Gordon, are you eager to lose face in the pursuit of a woman?"

Ivy didn’t know what to do with his body theatrics. As a businessman, his large social network and busy schedule resulted in irregular meals and excessive smoking and drinking, wrecking his stomach. But he wasn’t going to die from this. If he continued his antics, though, his condition would surely worsen!

Michael stared at her stubbornly with weakened eyes, took in a deep breath and managed to say, "Having a face means not having a wife. Compared with a face, the wife is more important. So, I don’t want my face!"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

First, he asked her to let him pursue her, then he asked her to be his girlfriend, and now he’s mentioning a wife!

In the end, Ivy’s heart softened!

"That’s not you not wanting a face, it’s you not treasuring your life!"

"Yes, that’s exactly right. Do you agree or not? If you agree, you will have a healthy husband. If not, your daughter will be fatherless!"

Michael, because of his busy work and extensive social interactions, ate irregularly, smoked excessively, and drank too much. This was common, and stomach troubles were an old ailment of his.

As long as he didn’t eat on time, it was sure to recur!

However, it had already reached such a severe state, and if he didn’t use this pain to force her to nod in agreement, then his act of enduring pain would’ve been for nothing. Tomorrow, Mario Jensen might come back into the picture.

Adding Alya Larson and his stepmother, who wished nothing less than his downfall, into the equation meant that it wasn’t even certain whether Ivy would be his wife!

So, he needed to make her agree as soon as possible!

He knew her too well; once she agreed, she would not mess around with others, and most importantly, he would be able to hold his beauty openly and honestly!

Ivy’s breath had become ragged due to his provocations, this man was really daring!

Her angry gaze met Michael’s pale face. His exquisite features had turned colorless, the beads of sweat on his forehead slipped down his cheeks to his neck...

She couldn’t go on like this!

That’s it!

Ivy closed her eyes: "Michael Gordon, you win!"

As soon as Michael saw her closed eyes, he guessed that she had conceded: "Has the wife finally agreed to this husband?"

In his excitement, his instinct was to embrace her. As a result, because the pain had lasted too long, and the effort to endure it was too great, he ended up collapsing on top of her.