The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 179: How deep is deep love?

Chapter 179: How deep is deep love?

Bella had never seen Ivy blush before, and in all her memories, Ivy had always been a strong, powerful person. This kind of petite feminine posture was something she had never seen before. "Mommy, I don’t think it was Daddy’s fault when he forced himself on you all those years ago..."

"Bella, you’re really insightful!"

Before Bella could finish her sentence, Michael quickly pledged his allegiance, aligning himself with his daughter. "It’s because your mommy is so enchanting, Daddy couldn’t control himself, and that’s how Bella was created!"

Ivy: "..."

Are you sure you couldn’t control yourself, and that it wasn’t just a forced act?

Bella: "..."

So that’s how I came to be?

"Daddy, you’re so amazing, you created Bella in just one night!"

Bella looked at Michael with wide, sparkling eyes, her gaze filled with hero worship. She was amazed and curious to learn that she’d been created in just one night. At this point, Bella didn’t fully understand the implications of having a child.

"Of course, how could I be Bella’s daddy if I wasn’t amazing, right?"

Mr. Gordon was in a great mood, although he couldn’t remember exactly how incredible he was that night. However, he was sure Ivy was very enchanting; otherwise, why would he force himself on her, given the many women who would willingly share his bed?

As he thought about it, images of the enchanting and proud Mrs. Gordon floated into his mind, reigniting the fire inside him. His blood began to boil, rushing to one particular part of his body...

Because Bella was still in his arms, Michael didn’t dare to look at that part of himself. This was truly embarrassing!

"Daddy, since you’re so amazing, can you make many little brothers for Bella to dominate in the future?" The thought of a bunch of little boys following her, calling her ’big sister,’ made Bella incredibly excited, completely oblivious to the fact that her father was currently suffering through a burning desire!

"Pfft!"

Seeing Michael’s sweaty, speechless face, Ivy knew he must be thinking of something indecent and tormenting himself. Was this karma?

If it was, she was... pretty satisfied!

From now on, if he misbehaves, she’ll let their daughter deal with him!

Ever since Bella discovered Michael was her biological father, she’d been very excited. Although she hadn’t expressed disbelief verbally, her enthusiastic behavior clearly demonstrated her disbelief.

She couldn’t believe she’d gone from being the daughter of a rapist to being the offspring of a wealthy heir. The little girl spent the entire night clinging to Michael, asking questions like why he had forced himself on her mother and why he’d abandoned them back then.

Thus, their wedding night turned into a family chat session.

"Bella, it’s getting late. Let’s go to bed!"

Eventually, Ivy couldn’t bear Bella’s incessant questioning any longer and suggested they all go to sleep. Since Bella was already at the hospital, there was no way she would sleep with a nurse.

Fortunately, the wedding bed Michael had prepared was large enough for three people to lie comfortably. Bella initially slept between Michael and Ivy, delighted to be nestled between her parents for the first time. Her excitement was apparent even in her sleep, with a smile dancing on her lips.

Seeing the soft, adorable smile on their daughter’s face, a warm feeling surged through Ivy’s heart. After six years and two near-death experiences, her baby’s life was finally complete!

Ivy bent down, lightly kissing Bella’s closed eyes. The warmth of her smile spread from her lips, and even though their past was uncertain and their future unknown, they had experienced happiness in this moment.

Although this kind of happiness had nothing to do with love!

Or maybe it had a little to do with it!

"Michael Gordon, what are you doing?!"

As soon as Ivy’s guard was down, she saw Michael moving Bella to the far side of the bed, closer to him. She immediately thought that he had other intentions, especially since it was their wedding night. In her panic, she whispered a scream, "Our daughter is asleep! Don’t do anything crazy, or she’ll see us doing something live..."

"A live adult movie?" Before Ivy could finish her sentence, Michael kissed her lips, and laughter spread between their intertwining smiles. "I was just worried that the child might have bad sleeping habits and kick the quilt by accident, hurting you. Dear, where did your mind wander off to?"

Hearing those words, Ivy cursed herself silently as her delicate face flushed completely red.

What was wrong with her?

Why would her mind go to such absurd places?

After calling him and their daughter perverse, she turned out to be even more perverse than them!

As these thoughts filled Ivy’s head, her already-red face became even redder and more enchanting.

On such a quiet night, with a tempting wife by his side, but unable to do anything, Mr. Gordon felt that being a man was truly pointless.

He might as well be a eunuch!

At least, a eunuch could only drool, but he couldn’t even drool without exacerbating the pain in his body!

"I really didn’t want to do such things in front of our daughter!" Michael found that his suppressed voice had become hoarse, with his words barely intelligible, but they fell on Ivy’s ears like a deadly temptation. "However, if my wife has a need, I am more than willing to serve!"

As he spoke, Michael locked his burning gaze onto Ivy’s flushed eyes, as if he was about to swallow her whole.

"Michael Gordon, what’s the point of playing with fire like this?" Since he wasn’t feeling well, why did he have to make her feel unwell too?

"There’s no point. I just think that sharing happiness with two people is better than suffering alone. Don’t you agree, my dear?" Michael swore to himself that, after this statement, he would stop playing with fire.

This feeling was indeed lethal!

"Alright, enough playing around!" Ivy thought he was going to continue teasing her and gently pushed him away, pleading sincerely, "Stop bothering me. If you’re really uncomfortable, just go to the bathroom!"

Go to the bathroom?

What for?

As a man, Michael naturally understood the implications of her words. The corner of his eye twitched involuntarily, and his expression darkened.

"On our wedding night, you want me to go to the bathroom?" Michael’s rejected body returned, his handsome face enlarged in Ivy’s pupils. "If that’s the case, I’d rather not be a man. After all, there’s no point in being a man!"

Ivy: "..."

There’s no point in being a man?

"You mean you want to be a woman?"

Ivy knowingly teased him, not noticing his expression relax. He maintained his pose, intensely staring at Ivy, who eventually relented and admitted defeat. She flicked her slender, fair right hand, "How about we both compromise and use this instead?"