The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 223 - 2014, Cultured Hooligan

Chapter 223: 2014, Cultured Hooligan

"What’s wrong with you?"

Mario Jensen’s gaze deeply locked onto her delicate and pretty oval face, his eyebrows furrowing into a character for "river." His words carried a tone of chastisement, "Feeling unwell, what are you doing here? Do you have to choose when you’re feeling unwell to study?"

"Senior, Lina is feeling a bit unwell today. You take her back first, it’s not her fault. Michael is the one who’s done wrong!"

As soon as Ivy Aretha said this, she saw Mario Jensen bend down and scoop up Lina horizontally, then bid farewell to Ivy and Michael Gordon. He walked two steps away, then turned back to Ivy, "Ivy, I’ve been meaning to say congratulations. Congratulations!"

He paused for a moment and looked at her again before adding, "If he doesn’t treat you well, you tell me..."

"Mario Jensen, don’t talk such nonsense to me. The ’if’ you’re talking about will never exist. Stop thinking about my wife. Otherwise, don’t blame me for not being able to control myself and beating someone up!"

Michael Gordon stared provocatively at him, not showing a hint of welcoming, "Instead of dwelling on other people’s wives, you should spend time cherishing your own woman!"

This time, Mario Jensen didn’t argue with Michael Gordon as before, nor did he deny his words. He simply looked down at the face in his arms, buried in his chest so he couldn’t see a proper face. It felt like something had hit him hard in the chest, causing a throbbing pain.

Knowing her for so long, she had always been this good-tempered. Whatever he said went, not even making a sound when she felt unwell. If you didn’t actively notice, she would persevere!

In some ways, she was like Ivy Aretha - strong, but even more gentle!

Watching Mario Jensen hurriedly leave with Lina in his arms, Michael Gordon retracted his gaze only to discover that all the people were gathered at the bathroom door due to his command to disperse. He then dispersed the crowd.

He then looked up and down at Ivy Aretha wearing the beautiful dress that entranced him. Ivy failed to understand why the dress that could have enthralled everyone was causing the man’s gaze to grow colder and his brow to furrow deeper.

"What’s wrong? Doesn’t it look nice? Everyone said this dress looks great!"

Just now, those people had looked her up and down several times!

"Good looking?" Michael Gordon looked down at her coldly, "How old are you already? You have such a big kid, and you still wear something so pink. Are you trying to attract attention and have me wear a green hat (cheated on)?"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

This man was really... unreasonable!

What does age have to do with it? She was only twenty-five, just in her breakthrough year! The phrase "wearing a green hat" brought her some happiness because this man was... jealous!

His way of being jealous was indeed twisted, but she’s happy as long as it’s jealousy!

"What does the age of my child have to do with it? Who told me to look so young? Just now at the banquet hall, someone confessed their feelings to me!"

Ivy Aretha said as she wriggled free from his embrace, taking two catwalk steps in front of him, "Did you see? My figure is so hot, even after having a child!"

Michael Gordon looked at her voluptuous figure wrapped in that pink dress, ****, it was so hot it could make people bleed. Her originally fair skin looked even more radiant in pink, enhancing her whole body’s charm, especially those long and fair thighs barely visible under the dress, the sexiness reaching its peak!

It was maddening! It was making him hard right away!

Michael Gordon’s crimson eyes stared at her, full of anger, "Ivy Aretha, I really want to rip off this dress of yours!"

"That’s what people usually say when they’re envious!" Ivy Aretha saw his out of control appearance and felt extremely happy.

"Mrs. Gordon, I warn you, don’t challenge a man’s patience when you’re dressed like this!"

Michael Gordon pulled her towards the wall by the bathroom door, his tall and slender body pressing heavily upon her. He stared intently into her eyes, filled with intense lust, "Would you believe it if I said I’d do you right here!"

"Oh, you can’t bear it already?" This time, Ivy Aretha didn’t panic, feel fear, or instinctively try to push him away. Instead, she raised her eyes to look at him disdainfully, laughing softly, "Seems there’s no difference between you and other men. I thought you married me out of love. Now it seems you only saw this body that can still enthrall others despite having had a child!"

Michael Gordon: "..."

Still able to enthrall people even after having a child?

Heh, this woman was really narcissistic enough!

Hearing this, Michael Gordon’s demonic face held a thin layer of smile. The familiarity in his charming smirk grew deeper, "So Mrs. Gordon is saying, if I can hold back my lustful thoughts and not act on you, that’s true love?"

Uh...?

Before Ivy Aretha could understand the meaning behind her words, the man’s previously lazy tone changed, becoming domineering and arrogant, "A man not reacting to his beloved woman’s body and boasting of true love is impotent love!"

If he can’t get hard for the woman he loves, it’s not worth mentioning for others. Mr. Gordon thinks such a man is useless, his body is useless, let alone his heart!

"Impotent love?" Ivy Aretha felt that she didn’t quite understand, "Isn’t it impotence?"

What does love have to do with not reacting?

Upon hearing this, Michael Gordon’s expression faltered for a moment as he never expected his usually innocent wife to ask such a question. Suddenly, as if realizing something, his charming grin slowly spread across his face.

"Wife, are you confused?" Michael Gordon’s lips almost touched Ivy Aretha’s, and his hot breath threatened to drown her rationality, "You forgot, isn’t love made? The more you do, the more you love. If I can’t even get hard for you, how can we make love? What else can be called impotent love?"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

So that’s where impotent love came from!

Ivy Aretha deeply felt that the most terrifying thing nowadays was not scoundrels but educated scoundrels, and it was even more terrifying when the educated scoundrel was a CEO!

She felt like she had fallen into a fiery pit!

Shameless! Shameless!

Considering her shameless husband, Ivy Aretha seriously wondered if she could return him!