The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 128 - 109、Either don’t love, or love deeply!

Chapter 128: 109、Either don’t love, or love deeply!

"Michael Gordon, don’t scare me; I’m calling the doctor!"

Wondering how it got so serious, she struggled to get out from underneath him and tried to grab her phone to call Anna to have the infirmary doctor come up. However, Michael Gordon snatched the phone away from her.

The phone fell straight onto the carpet in front of the bed.

"Do you want to call the doctor to witness me, Michael Gordon, hanging on a woman’s bed?" Michael Gordon panted heavily and spoke with difficulty, "Feed me some porridge first, and then I’ll take my medication!"

Summoning the medical staff at this point would ruin his reputation at his company!

"Fine!"

This time, Ivy Aretha didn’t argue with him and obediently reached for the bowl of steaming porridge, feeding it to him spoon by spoon.

Since it was an old issue, drinking some warm porridge and taking medication made him feel much better. His color slowly returned, and Ivy finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She really didn’t know that this man had such a severe stomach problem, let alone that he was so shameless and reckless. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have given his meal away!

She was genuinely upset when she saw Alya Larson in her office and him trying to talk nonsense in front of her, but she just didn’t want to prank his body.

"If I knew this trick was so effective, I should have stopped eating earlier!"

Looking at the woman staring at him absentmindedly, Mr. Gordon was quite pleased. It seemed that she didn’t dislike him as much as he had imagined, and she might even have a bit of a liking for him.

"Not eating and causing illness is glorious?"

Ivy Aretha looked at his gradually recovering face with a slight smile, took a tissue, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Take a shower in half an hour. Taking a shower right after eating is not good for your stomach!"

He had been sweating so much that he had to take a shower. If she didn’t remind him, this cleanliness freak would surely take a shower the moment she left!

"Are you so concerned about me because you’re worried that I’ll die, or are you worried that Bianca won’t have a daddy?"

After wiping his sweat, Ivy tried to leave, but Michael Gordon pulled her back into his arms. Then, a deep, taunting voice blew into her ear. "Or is it because you love me?"

This man was really courting death as soon as he felt better.

"You must be thrilled that Michael Gordon didn’t die, huh!"

Ivy Aretha looked at him coldly and scolded him without a hint of friendliness. However, she didn’t struggle to escape his embrace, and the corners of her lips betrayed a subtle, hard-to-spot smile. "Let go of me; I have to go to work!"

"Work? Does my woman, Michael Gordon’s woman, need to work?"

He was joking. Was Michael Gordon not rich enough to support a woman?

"Who said I’m your woman?"

Although she argued, Ivy strangely found a hint of sweetness in her heart, as if she had eaten honey. It would be fatal if she fell in love with Michael Gordon, wouldn’t it? Although he had been slightly reliable lately, his family was still enormous. Who knew what might happen in the future, considering they had known each other for such a short time?

Even Zach Gilbert, a man she had known for two years, was not reliable. They had known each other for less than two months, so how could she dare... How could she dare to give her heart away?

"Ivy Aretha, dare you go back on your word?"

Hearing this, Michael Gordon’s face darkened, and his threatening tone carried a dangerous air. He immediately pressed against her body. "If you dare go back on your word, I’ll forcibly take you!"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

Mr. Gordon was really direct!

First, he pretended to be sick. Now, he planned to be a bandit. The transition from a sick man to a fierce man was way too fast for a man!

"What did I promise you? I didn’t promise you anything; I just said you won!"

After understanding Michael Gordon’s character, Ivy wasn’t afraid of being forcibly taken by him anymore. "As for what you won, I have no idea!"

Indeed, she only said he won; there were many interpretations!

"Of course, it’s winning the heart of a beauty!"

With that said, Michael Gordon’s eyes crinkled with a wicked smile that spread across his entire face. The next moment, a soft kiss landed on her forehead, followed by her cheek, then her lips, before moving away slightly. "Ivy Aretha, don’t think that just because nothing happened between us last night when I slept in your bed, nothing will happen today. If you keep disobeying me, don’t force me to use my ultimate move!"

Ultimate move?

"Aside from faking illness and forcing yourself on women, what other ultimate moves do you have?"

Ivy Aretha stared into his dark, focused eyes, and finally couldn’t help but laugh when she saw her clear reflection in the depths of his pupils. "Is it forcibly taking me? It’s not like I haven’t been forcibly taken by you before. Come on, do you want to undress yourself, or shall I do it?"

Ivy Aretha raised her eyebrows at him, looking extremely provocative, as if she was certain that he wouldn’t dare to do anything. After all, six years ago, he drank something he shouldn’t have and took that kind of medication, which led to his misbehavior towards her. Today, he was sober, so naturally, he wouldn’t act recklessly.

Of course, if he dared to act recklessly, he could forget about seeing his daughter.

As for the thought that crossed Ivy Aretha’s mind, how could Michael Gordon not know it? He saw through her little plan in an instant, which only made his wicked smile even more rampant.

"Forcing such a thing once, I, Michael Gordon, have already regretted it. Of course, there won’t be a second time!"

Although Ivy Aretha had said that too, and he believed her to be telling the truth, he wouldn’t believe that his past self would do something like that. There must be a story that they both were unaware of. "Don’t worry, I’ll make you beg me to sleep with you. In other words, I’ll give you an opportunity to force yourself on me!"

Pausing, Michael Gordon continued, "Since I forced myself on you before, now I’ll give you the chance to do it to me. That’s fair, right?"

Fair?

Go to hell with fairness!

Whether it was a man sleeping with a woman or a woman sleeping with a man, in the end, weren’t men the ones who enjoyed it?

Ivy Aretha thought it was nonsense!

Of course, she naturally couldn’t bring herself to force herself on a man. Could he even drug her in this place?

That kind of drug wasn’t available anymore!

"Heh, do you think I’m like you, a male animal? I’m not lewd..." Before she could utter the word "woman," Ivy Aretha’s lips were sealed.

The next moment, she felt a chill on her chest as her clothes were undone and a large hand slid in, shamelessly igniting a fire within her body.

Damn, this man was crazy!

So, this was what he meant by giving her the chance to force herself on him.

Ivy Aretha wanted to curse him aloud, but her mouth was sealed. She wanted to push him away, but her hands were restrained. She felt like she had been completely eaten by this man.

First, he pretended to be weak and pitiful. Now, he resorted to outright coercion. Ivy really felt like she was doomed!

After forcibly kissing her for a full five minutes, Michael Gordon looked down at her flushed face with a cocked eyebrow. "Will you go back on your word now? Agree or disagree? If you agree, I’ll stop. If not, I’ll continue!"