The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 154 - 135、Divine Transformation

Chapter 154: 135、Divine Transformation

You know all your consciousness, but others do not know. In the eyes of others, you are peaceful, but you plunge into your own painful world helplessly!

That’s exactly how Ivy Aretha is right now!

"Pain!"

Finally having the chance to clearly project a word, she clenched her teeth, gathering all her strength in her eyelids, using all her force. At last, her eyelids opened!

When struggling in the darkness for a long time and suddenly seeing the light, that long-lost excitement makes a person’s gaze freeze in front of their eyes. Ivy’s eyeballs stared motionlessly at the extremely handsome face that came into view.

Exquisite and enchanting features, deep eyes filled with passion and affection, and those hands hovering over her forehead with their scorching heat. Seeing this familiar face,

Ivy truly realized that she was still alive. The excitement deep in her heart instantly spread, and her whole body froze. Her first thought after seeing Michael Gordon was, thankfully she was still alive, or else Bianca would have a daddy but no mommy!

She really never lived a day with both parents!

"Ivy, can you see me?"

Michael waved his hand in front of her eyes, staring closely at them. He suddenly tensed up, as her overly focused expression seemed blank in his eyes, which frightened him. Many people do become confused after a car accident, so he was worried...

"You’re standing right in front of me, and I’m not blind, how could I not see you?"

Michael’s words were cut off by her calm and husky voice.

At first, he let out a sigh of relief, and then he realized her reaction was too slow, and the way she stared at him was somewhat strange, as if she was in a trance and unfamiliar.

Unfamiliar?

Michael was shocked by this word - could it be the clichéd amnesia?

"Ivy Aretha!"

"Hmm!"

The person on the bed responded softly, but Michael, overly anxious, did not seem to hear it and asked nervously, "Do you know who I am? I’m Michael Gordon, we have a child together, you’re my..."

"Am I your wife?"

Ivy spoke with a slightly hoarse voice. Although she was pale, Michael had taken good care of her, with professional nursing. Her lips weren’t dry and cracked like those of other severely injured patients.

"Michael Gordon, your last marriage proposal failed. You’re not taking advantage of my car accident, thinking I have amnesia, and planning to deceive me into marrying you, are you?"

Upon hearing this sentence, Michael instantly stiffened. The emotional excitement of being born again and the immense joy of regaining what he’d been afraid of losing intertwined within him.

The next moment, he made a dangerous move to express his unparalleled complex emotions!

"Great, you haven’t lost your memory, you haven’t lost your memory..."

Excited, Michael lowered his head, and his gentle lips lightly covered Ivy’s still hot lips which had survived life and death. The scorching and uniquely masculine scent of Michael enveloped her.

For a moment, Ivy’s gaze fixed on him, so focused and obsessed, it was almost like the pair of eyes she had just recalled from the depths of her memory.

This man was indeed odd, suspecting her of having amnesia one minute and then forcefully kissing her the next.

However, given her current physical condition, she had to submit to his forceful kiss. Waking up to a handsome man delivering a kiss - this feeling was... quite good!

"Cough, cough..."

The two were lost in their tender moments, oblivious to someone entering the ward until they were interrupted by a soft cough. Then, Moriya Sandy’s deep and refreshing voice came with an awkward laughter, "Mr. Gordon, this isn’t a good time to be in a hurry. It’s not easy to wake up, and getting too excited could be dangerous if the wounds burst again!"

As Moriya spoke, Michael finally snapped out of it, lifted his lips off Ivy’s, helped her settle the quilt, and then turned to Moriya Sandy with a calm voice, "Don’t worry, I know my limits, I was gentle!"

"Your tongue went in, how gentle could that be?"

Moriya Sandy glanced at Michael speechlessly, put on his stethoscope, and took up his tools to examine Ivy. He appeared just as composed as if he hadn’t just witnessed their kiss.

Ivy wished she could die of embarrassment. This man was shaming her, making her blush like never before.

"The surgery recovery is going well!" After the examination, Moriya Sandy gave a calm answer, "Kissing is not a big problem, but no sex, the risk factor is still too high!"

With that, the man left the ward without looking back.

Ivy Aretha: "..."

Michael Gordon: "..."

Is he a doctor?

Are all doctors more abnormal than ordinary people?

"By the way, Michael, how is Alya Larson? Is she alright?"

She remembered that Alya had been driving at the time, and she was so scared when Ivy warned her that she even lost control of the steering wheel. Considering her injuries, wouldn’t Alya’s be even more severe? Usually, drivers involved in accidents like this die on the spot. Could she...

Ivy couldn’t bear to continue the thought. She had accompanied Ivy to deal with the contract. If she died because of this, she would still feel guilty. She wasn’t a saint, but neither was she heartless!

"She’s fine. You’re injured like this, yet you still have time to care about others. Do you really think you’re a god?"

He never expected that the first thing she would do upon waking up was to care about someone else, and that person was still his love rival. Did this mean that in her heart, he wasn’t that important, not even an important enough rival to his own arranged fiancée?

"Ivy, do I have no weight in your heart at all?"

Feeling a little upset, Mr. Gordon became childishly jealous, and surprisingly, his jealousy was for his own love rival. This was something even Ivy hadn’t expected.

Her newly recovered eyes widened in astonishment, and the corners of her lips revealed a clear smile. The hoarse voice spread again, "No weight in your heart would have let you forcefully kiss me over and over again?"

Forceful kiss?

Over and over again?

Wasn’t this called kissing? Wasn’t it consensual?

Wait...

She said if he had no weight in her heart, she wouldn’t let him forcefully kiss her. So, allowing him to carry on like this now meant that he did matter to her?

A sudden surge of ecstasy rose in his heart, and every excited cell in his blood awakened...