The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 158 - 139、Forced Marriage March

Chapter 158: 139、Forced Marriage March

Watching the distant figure disappear from her sight, that miserable silhouette was deeply engraved in her heart, and Ivy Aretha closed her eyes wearily.

"Ivy..."

Michael Gordon looked at her pale face without blood color after the car accident and felt a sting in his heart. The words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and he could not speak.

"Hmm?" Ivy Aretha responded without opening her eyes, "What do you want to say?"

Hearing this, Michael Gordon was taken aback for a moment before saying, "Nothing, you just rest well, I’ll be watching by your side!"

What he wanted to ask was if she had remembered something and whether the lost memories had come back. Was there an important person in those memories, and was that person Mario Jensen?

He wanted to know but was afraid to disturb her at this time!

After all, she was sick!

"Hmm!"

Ivy Aretha responded again, still keeping her eyes tightly shut. While she was indeed tired after waking up from a major illness, she couldn’t sleep after having slept so long.

She merely closed her eyes to rest, but even with her eyes closed, she could still feel the burning gaze deeply falling on her face. She could even sense his expression as he looked at her.

She was all too familiar with this man’s temperament.

"Michael Gordon, stop staring at my lips with such lustful eyes. If you forcibly kiss me again, I’ll die!"

Michael Gordon: "..."

Had he been staring at her lips?

And lustful?

Was this all that was left of his image in her eyes?

"If you agree to marry me, I’ll stop looking at you with lustful eyes!"

Since she had brought it up, why not continue?

"Didn’t you say I was already yours?" Ivy Aretha glanced at him before turning her head to the side, "Since you’ve already used your bandit logic to believe that I’m yours, what does it matter whether I marry you or not?"

Michael Gordon: "..."

Did his actions just backfire on him?

Looking at the woman’s stance, did she not plan to give him a title?

But how would he explain that to his daughter if they went back like this!

Time passed slowly, and Ivy Aretha didn’t hear Michael Gordon’s lazy voice filled with wretchedness. Had he given up?

He couldn’t even withstand such a small test and wanted to marry her? It seemed that he was just trying to show off in front of others!

With that thought in mind, Ivy Aretha frowned unhappily. Feeling annoyed, her belly started to ache as well. The sharp pain spread, and she thought, could the car accident have also harmed her internal organs?

Suddenly, a heavy object gently fell, and the other side of her hospital bed sank deeply. The next moment, her slender waist was gently hugged, and gentle stroking movements were made on her lower abdomen.

A familiar palm temperature came from her lower abdomen, and she could tell without looking, it was him...

"Michael Gordon, I’m sick, don’t act like a hooligan!"

Ivy Aretha suddenly opened her eyes and caught off guard, her gaze met Michael Gordon’s watery eyes. Such a focused and gentle look seemed like it was about to overflow from his eyes.

Looking at him up close, his delicate features like a sculpture, fair skin, perfect outline, and enchanting temperament... My God, how can a man be so handsome? This man must be a demon!

Having known him for so long, Ivy Aretha was once again amazed by his exceptional appearance.

No wonder her little daughter is so beautiful that even women are jealous. Giving birth still depends on genes in this era!

"What, are you dazzled by my handsomeness?"

Michael Gordon’s mood improved significantly as she stared at him with nympho eyes. He lowered his head and lightly kissed the corner of the woman’s lips, smirking even more charmingly, "Marry me, and this handsome man will be yours forever!"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

Do all narcissistic men propose like this?

"Michael Gordon, is that how you propose?" Ivy Aretha rolled her eyes at him, expressing her disdain and dissatisfaction through her eyes, "In a proposal, where are the flowers? Where’s the ring? Is my status and worth so low in your eyes that some sweet-talking will get me to marry you?"

Michael Gordon: "..."

When did he rely solely on sweet-talking?

Never!

No, wait!

What did she mean by that?

Suddenly, Michael Gordon was enveloped in ecstasy, spreading throughout his entire chest. He was so excited that even the pressure he applied on her lower abdomen involuntarily increased.

"Ivy, does that mean you agree?" As he spoke, Michael Gordon muttered excitedly to himself, "Great, great, I’ll have the flowers and ring sent over right away!"

As he spoke, Michael Gordon reached for his phone to make a call.

Ivy Aretha: "..."

She had never seen such a bizarre proposal in history. Not even in over-the-top TV shows and novels.

Forcing marriage first and then sending gifts.

"Michael Gordon, could you be any more stingy?" Ivy Aretha couldn’t help but move slightly, "If I don’t agree, are you planning not to spend even one cent on the flowers and ring?"

As she spoke and moved, she inadvertently pulled the wound, and the pain was so intense that she cried out. Even the familiar throbbing pain in her lower abdomen became more apparent!

"Didn’t I tell you not to move? Your entire body is injured!" Michael Gordon gently held her body still, "Why are you so worked up? I’ve already given myself to you, what else can’t I bear to part with?"

This woman was even cuter than his daughter when acting cute!

He had naturally prepared the flowers and ring early on. Still, he was worried that the heavy atmosphere wouldn’t suit her as she was recovering from a major illness and didn’t want her to get too excited and affect her rest!

So he tried to test the waters, and when the time was right, he would launch his attack!

However, he didn’t expect it to be so easy this time. Had she figured it out after hovering at the brink of life and death?

No matter the reason, as long as he could deceive her back, then everything would be fine. His heart was already given to her, and she had to give him hers too!

"Michael Gordon, take your lewd hand off my belly!"

She referred to her lower abdomen as her belly. That was such a sensitive area, and they hadn’t become familiar enough for that, right? Hugging and kissing were one thing, but he shouldn’t be touching her in such intimate places!

"Ahem..." Upon hearing her words, Michael Gordon coughed unnaturally, "The doctor said that after your surgery, you shouldn’t drink brown sugar water and such things, and gentle massage can also alleviate menstrual pain!"

"Menstrual pain?"

These two words were almost screeched out by Ivy Aretha!

Immediately afterward, her mind roared, and she remembered her period. After a moment of being stunned, her gaze moved from top to bottom, finally resting on her lower abdomen covered by Michael Gordon’s big hand!

My God!