The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 253 - 234、Owe you the wedding night

Chapter 253: 234、Owe you the wedding night

The moment Michael Gordon’s waist sank down, Ivy Aretha realized that somewhere along the line, this man had taken root inside her heart and stirred up a pang of pain.

Some romances bloom quietly and gently, only to be recognized as such when the winds and rains of change threaten to tear them apart. Yet suddenly, it all becomes clear, that’s love!

She suddenly couldn’t bear to let go!

And she feared being abandoned even more!

Surprisingly, she found herself hoping that Michael Gordon’s lost memories would never resurface!

With these thoughts, Ivy Aretha clung tighter to the man’s back, as if to melt him into her very own bones. At that moment, she seemed to understand the truth in Michael’s words, love is something that grows and deepens with time.

It was like Michael Gordon couldn’t get enough. After being intimate with her five times in bed, he was ready for another round, but this time, Ivy refused. After all, a woman’s stamina is limited!

"Michael Gordon, you want more after already going five times?"

Looking at the woman gasping and glaring at him, Mr. Gordon calmly responded, "Don’t all women like ’seven times a night’? If we don’t do it seven times, I’m afraid you won’t love me!"

"Seven times a night?" Ivy’s eyes twitched a bit, "Won’t that wear you out?"

Only a shameless man like him could say such a thing!

Sure enough, Michael smiled wickedly and once again climbed on top of her, "Honey, I had been celibate for 27 years, I have plenty of stamina, so no risks there!"

Ivy Aretha:"..."

Engaging in conversation with such a shameless man certainly requires an unspoken agreement!

"What are you talking about? Being celibate for 27 years, then where did your daughter come from?"

"I had no memory of that time, so it doesn’t count!" Mr. Gordon felt that when you’re under the influence of alcohol or drugs, you don’t feel anything at all and thus it doesn’t count.

So that doesn’t count?

Forget it!

Talking to him about such things at this moment is indeed making her feel like a defeated soldier!

As Michael held Ivy in his arm, after a long silence, he suddenly asked, "Honey, do you love me?"

He has already expressed his love for her numerous times, but so far, she seemed to have never reciprocated in words. This made him feel not only disgruntled, but also it was unfair.

"Do I need to say it?" Ivy glared at him, wouldn’t she let him touch her if she didn’t love him?

Especially in such a precarious future!

Michael Gordon, leaning down to kiss the sweat beads on her forehead, smiled with a sense of accomplishment, "Love can be expressed through actions as well. We’ve been intimate, so naturally, you love me!"

Ivy Aretha:"..."

"Michael Gordon, can you say anything apart from that?" Ivy realized that when the man was being serious, he had nothing to say, but when he was being inappropriate, he could talk endlessly. This made her unsure!

"Yeah, sure!" Michael said it casually, "Let’s do it once more!"

It was his first time since regaining his memory and the thing that he’d been wanting to do after meeting her. Being a man in his prime, he naturally desired more.

"Try it one more time?" The moment she heard him say that, Ivy instinctively squeezed his neck threateningly, "You’ve nearly killed me, you dare to try again? Do you want me to die under you?"

Michael Gordon:"..."

Is it really that serious?

Hearing her words, Michael glanced down at her body. Her pure white body was covered in the traces of his wild indulgence, beautiful and bewitching. It was clear how passionate he had been!

"How could I bear to have you die under me!" Michael held the woman in his arms tighter, "If one day I really die, it will be on top of you!"

Ivy Aretha:"..."

Suddenly she realized, their conversation had a lack of restraint to it. It was odd that even at this moment, they were talking about death!

"Damn, no need to talk about death. I’ve never heard of anyone dying from it!"

Michael Gordon:"..."

Just a moment ago, who was talking about dying under him?

After a moment, Michael flipped over and once again got on top of her, with a wicked smile spreading across his sexy lips, "Honey, you’re right. Nobody dies from it, so let’s do it again!"

In the end, Ivy Aretha couldn’t resist the man’s relentless desire expressed both by persuasion and force. Consequently, she gave in. By the time it ended, her body was soaked with sweat. She was so exhausted that she didn’t even have the strength to speak, and quietly nestled in his arms, motionless.

Only after she had rested did Michael take her to the bathroom to freshen up together. To prevent a certain someone from taking advantage of her in the bathroom, Ivy pretended to faint, imploring for sympathy and to be spared. After all, the probability of him wanting to go again in the bathroom was way too high!

Seeing the woman so drained and weak, Michael felt a pang of heartache. He finally began to reflect upon his excessive behavior. What had gotten into him?

Always the disciplined one, how could he lose control like this the moment he let loose?

He knew that Ivy had only been intimate once before, and it had been six years ago. There was hardly a difference from it being her first time. So, at first, he kept reminding himself that once was enough. But then, he couldn’t resist and thought twice would be fine, but in the end kept losing control again and again.

What exactly was going on?

Perhaps his father’s words had further fueled his unrequited desires!

No, that’s not it. He had indeed prepared himself well. He considered the conflicts of the previous generation irrelevant to both him and her. She was no longer Luna Cooper’s daughter, but his, Michael Gordon’s, wife!

Michael placed the woman with her eyes closed on the bed, holding her tightly in his arms. He took her peaceful face, delicate features, and perfect body into his view, then into the depth of his eyes, and finally into his heart.

Once some people fell in love, they just couldn’t let go!

Falling in love is not measured by time. He had once mentioned that he would either not love at all or love deeply. At that moment, he didn’t know how deep his love was. All he wanted was to turn his existing love into deep love. After all, it was his mistake that had cost this woman her youth!

His one mistake made the woman sacrifice her entire youth, just to bear him a child!

He is a man, and he must take responsibility. To love deeply was his goal. As for how much he loves her right now, he had once asked himself, but failed to find a measure, until today!

He suddenly understood!

How deep his love was!

When his father asked him to make a choice, he gave his answer without thinking. He thought, it was his instinctive reaction...

Just as he thought about it, Ivy suddenly opened her eyes wide and cried out, "Michael, did you forget to use protection just now?"