The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 320 - 300, No, it’s still a hungry wolf in sheep’s clothing!

Chapter 320: 300, No, it’s still a hungry wolf in sheep’s clothing!

Looking at Ivy’s troubled expression, Michael couldn’t help but laugh. After a moment, he sobered up, gently kissed her hand, and said earnestly, "Ivy, I don’t really know why I love you so much. When I first saw you, I actually felt a sense of regret!"

First sight? Regret?

Ivy asked puzzledly, "Why?"

It seemed that her response didn’t fall within her expectations.

"There’s no reason. It’s just that when I first met you, you were Madeline, a woman I fancied but couldn’t allow myself to fall for!"

After all, Madeline was the bride Jaysen had his sights on since childhood. How could he allow himself to develop feelings for her?

That casual remark made Ivy’s heart skip a beat. Her mind wandered back to the blind date and began to piece things together. So...

"You liked me from that time?" Smiling, Ivy felt a wave of warmth in her cold heart, causing her mood to brighten up. "Was it love at first sight for you?"

Michael: "..."

Even just a little sunshine made her shine brighter. Apparently, he was already interested in this thorny woman from the moment he laid his eyes on her!

"Michael, you’re actually a pervert!" Ivy pinched his chin viciously, "No, a hungry pervert!"

She thought of a certain person’s behavior and felt he was like a starving pervert!

Hearing this, sweat appeared on Michael’s face. Suddenly, a familiar, wicked smile spread across his lips, and in an instant, he had Ivy firmly pinned beneath him. "Since you know your husband is starving, why don’t you quickly undress and feed him?"

Ivy: "..."

Before Ivy had time to react, Michael had pressed his heavy body against hers, his breaths coming in ragged pants. The heat between them intensified.

Ivy thought his reaction was too fast – just one quip about him being a hungry pervert, and he immediately went into hormonal overdrive.

The next moment, his hands fell on the buttons of her pajamas. In his haste, his movements were somewhat rough – failing to undo them once, twice – just as Ivy prepared to help, her pajamas were suddenly torn apart!

"Michael, are you a beast?" Ivy was furious. This was the pajama that Bianca had chosen for her, and he had just torn it. "Are you in that much of a hurry? Just unbutton properly, why resort to tearing?"

"What’s the point of having so many buttons on good pajamas? It’s troublesome. Next time, you’re only allowed to wear a nightgown!" While speaking, Michael’s hand covered her delicate body, his fingers tracing a burning path inch by inch, gliding over her skin with searing heat, from the fair nape of her neck to her full chest, slender waist, and eventually her flat abdomen. His hot palm paused at the scar that ran across her belly.

His fingers gently danced over that the scar which had been sliced open straight across her belly. After a moment, the movement stopped abruptly, and the quilt was flung off. Ivy’s slim, naked body was invaded by a sudden wave of cool air, only to find Michael’s intense gaze fixed on her abdomen, making her feel unbearably flushed under his scrutiny.

Which woman, left in nothing but underwear, could not feel embarrassed under such a stare from a fully dressed man?

Ivy felt ashamed to the core. Though Michael was her husband, and they had shared moments of intimacy several times before, those encounters always took place in the dark, beneath a quilt!

Although there were times when he expressed a desire to see more of her, he ultimately agreed to her refusals.

"Michael, what are you doing? If you want to do something, do it quickly. What’s the meaning of staring like that?"

As she spoke, Ivy instinctively covered the scar on her abdomen with both hands, her eyes filled with desire glaring at him. She might be strong-willed, but she was still a woman – a woman who cherished her beauty, especially in the presence of her loved one. Both her face and her body, she wanted to present only the most beautiful side of herself!

That scar was terrifying even to her, let alone a man. Madeline once said that men’s infidelities post-marriage were most often triggered by women’s post-childbirth stomachs, whether marred by stretch marks or scars. When compared to the enticing flatness of a younger woman’s belly, a married woman’s abdomen was, naturally, repellent!

Although she believed Michael wasn’t that superficial, he was still a man, and his instinctive visual attraction was unlikely to change. It’d be unfortunate if her appearance cast a shadow in his heart!

Michael looked at Ivy’s anxious and coy face, and the smile on his lips deepened. So many times, this little lady didn’t let him see her body, no doubt out of fear he’d see the less beautiful side of her!

Seeing Michael silent yet still gazing at her with a smile, Ivy inexplicably felt her temper flare. "Michael!"

What was this man getting at?

Before her words even fell, his kiss landed on her lips, then descended inch by inch until it reached the deep scar on her abdomen. The soft, lingering kisses set Ivy’s body ablaze.

The emptiness within her intensified, urging her to move closer to him, seeking more. The cry that escaped her lips was heavy with desire. Hearing her own voice, Ivy’s cheeks burned even hotter. Wasn’t this the kind of performance Madeline had described in those erotic stories?

"Hm?"

Michael was very satisfied with Ivy’s reaction. In the few months of their marriage, he had wanted her far too few times – for a normal man, at least. The days of hospitalization, followed by her postoperative period, had forced him to endure his desires, only occasionally indulging in fleeting moments of intimacy. They had yet to have one truly satisfying experience together!

"Don’t look there, it’s ugly!"

In fact, Ivy wanted to say ’don’t kiss there,’ as it felt so uncomfortable, but considering how uncomfortable she already was, she couldn’t bring herself to defy her imperious queenly persona.

"How could it be ugly?"

Michael ignored her and continued kissing the scar. It was this very scar that constantly reminded him of how much Ivy had suffered for him. Caesarean sections were chosen by women with difficult births; in other words, Ivy had once risked her life for him.

It was precisely because of this that he would always remember to treat the woman who had given birth to his child kindly. This scar had accompanied him through countless nights of pondering love and indifference!

"Ivy, it’s beautiful. That’s where my daughter came from. How can it be ugly? There’s no better view in the world!"