The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 137 - 118. The most classic display of love

Chapter 137: 118. The most classic display of love

At the time he asked this question, Michael Gordon’s heart was in his throat, his nervous tension was palpable, and he was both anticipating and fearing the answer to the question...

Bianca Aretha with her big, black eyes stared at him in confusion as he anxiously paced around. The worry that furrowed his brow made him seem particularly childish. After a moment she finally spoke in a childish voice: "Was daddy really the stallion who seeded mommy?"

The little girl didn’t respond to his question, showing neither like or dislike. She simply evaded and turned the question back onto him.

Michael was stunned. What a clever little girl!

She is certainly his daughter, but...

"Do you like daddy or not, my little princess?"

Experienced wisdom prevailed. When Michael turned the question back onto her once more, the little imp finally gave a straightforward answer: "I do, of course!"

Bianca let her gaze wander to Michael, her wide eyes identical to Michael’s, unblinkingly watching him, as if she was trying to search for the truth within his eyes.

As the joy-filled, innocent voice reached his ears, Michael’s heart skipped a beat. "Why?!"

Was his daughter accepting him, even with his past misdeeds, or...

"Regardless, the stallion who took advantage of my mommy is my biological dad!"

With her neck resting lazily on Michael’s shoulder, Bianca mimicked his casual, indifferent tone. "Compared to a brute rapist, I would much prefer a handsome man like Uncle Gordon, because no one wants their biological father to be a pig!"

Michael: "..."

He was a pig?

When the image of himself turned into a pig appeared in his mind, he decisively felt that even imagining it was impossible!

"Also, since you are planning to be my dad, wouldn’t it be better if you were my biological father?"

Before Michael could snap out of his pig-headed fantasy, the childish voice once more carried to his ears. "That way, mommy’s ’sleepover’ six years ago wasn’t a waste, at least she slept with a husband who wants to marry her!"

Michael: "..."

Michael was speechless again. Why were his daughter’s ideas more outrageous than his own? Indeed, the young surpass the old in wisdom!

Just as Michael was about to speak, a scream from the kitchen cut him off.

"Ah!"

A painful shriek echoed from the kitchen.

Without wasting a moment, Michael rushed into the kitchen, having dropped the little girl onto the sofa. His leisurely heartbeat now had accelerated. This type of scream meant an injury, she had either gotten a burn or cut herself!

Can this woman not even cook?

"Bang!" - the kitchen door was kicked open.

Ivy Aretha froze in her attempt to rinse her fingers, turning back just in time to see Michael Gordon’s devilishly handsome face darken. His brows were furrowed, his long legs carried him swiftly towards her.

"The door wasn’t closed, why did you kick it so hard?"

The door was already half-open and could have been simply pushed open, there was no need to kick it violently. Was this man violent?

Michael paid her no mind and walked straight to her, his gaze fixating on the slender fingers soaking in water. In a heartbeat, he fished her hand out of the water.

"Are you trying to waterlog your finger?" He asked as he looked at her injured hand with focus and depth in his gaze and an undertone of concern. "If you can’t cook, you gotta say something. Did you have to injure yourself to be satisfied?"

She ran to the kitchen in silence, saying she would finish the remaining dishes that Cathy had left, so he hadn’t said anything thinking she wanted to show her cooking skills. After all, he also wanted to experience the dishes cooked by his beloved woman.

Although he knew she wasn’t cooking for him, he still wanted to experience it since he was part of the scenario and was willing to.

There were many women willing to cook for him, but he only accepted her. He never knew that she didn’t know how to cook, it was only a while and she had injured her beautiful hands.

"Would it have mattered if I said something? Should we all not eat? Not in this situation, can we still ask Cathy to cook? She is in such a bad mood!"

Ivy glanced at Michael’s darkening face, finding a sense of warmth slowly creeping into her heart. Was he caring about her?

"Everyone shouldn’t eat?"

Michael looked deeply at her, watching her pupils dilate with an overwhelming sense of disappointment. "Do you really think I would let my woman and child starve when I’m here?"

She did not regard him as her man. She reluctantly agreed to be his girlfriend because of his coercion. Since she was uncomfortable, she did not rely on him, and she did not seek help from him, the boyfriend who just assumed office! She would rather risk getting hurt herself!

For a man, this is a sort of failure!

Always looking proud and successful, this is the first time the renowned Mr. Gordon had tasted defeat!

Ivy stared blankly at the tall and handsome man stooped over in front of her, dutifully inspecting her wounds. The broad, muscular body nearly hovered over her, his focused gaze scanned her wounds.

The familiarity of such minute care was something Ivy had experienced for the first time. He was the first to treat her in such a way. However, his scent was so familiar. Once before, someone had treated her just like this!

In the sea of distant memories, such familiarity often surfaced in her mind. That person was not her ex-boyfriend Zach Gilbert, nor was it the senior who once protected her, Mario Jensen. But she just couldn’t remember who it was!

In this moment, Ivy was shocked. Unconsciously, she blurted out: "Michael Gordon, did we ever meet..." Before she could finish her inquiry, she was interrupted by Michael’s words.

"The wound isn’t severe, but you must apply medicine!"

It was like as if Michael didn’t seem to notice her words as he continued without pause. In an instant, he whisked Ivy, who was standing and staring blankly, out of the kitchen.

Just as they stepped out, Bianca was holding a large medicine box, standing not far from the kitchen. Her big eyes were filled with a plea for sympathy. Hearing the voice from inside, she knew her mommy must have been injured. Grown up witnessing the countless injuries, this was all she could do.

"Daddy, quickly apply medicine to my mommy!"

The little girl was saying while walking towards the sofa, she turned her head back occasionally to see if the people behind were following.

Those habitual gestures made Michael’s heart sour. Wondering how many times she had to go through this to form such human instincts. That instinctive response was indeed almost a conditioned reflex!

What on earth did his woman and child go through these six years he was oblivious to?