The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 357 - 336, Proud Little Princess

Chapter 357: 336, Proud Little Princess

When Bianca came downstairs, she saw a little boy in a black suit, clinging to Aunt Cathy with tears streaming down his face. His small hands were tightly gripping Cathy’s arm, and his delicate little fingers were taut with tension.

Bianca’s bright eyes narrowed, and she carefully looked at the little boy. He seemed slightly taller than her. Though his face was buried in Aunt Cathy’s embrace, his cool appearance in the black suit was still quite impressive.

At least, she hadn’t seen any little boy as stylish as him in their school.

But no matter how stylish a man is, if he’s crying, the image just doesn’t look good!

Instantly, Bianca felt disdain for this little husband-to-be. She preferred strong men; those who cried easily wouldn’t suffice. She’d have to protect him in the future. "Mommy, why is the little brother crying?"

While pondering this, the little girl changed the title in an instant from little husband to little brother!

Ivy was taken aback, understanding her daughter’s little thoughts instantly. Evidently, the young Oliver hadn’t made a good first impression on her.

"Baby, the little brother isn’t crying; he’s just too happy. He saw his mommy, and he was so excited that he shed tears!" Ivy kissed Bianca’s forehead, then earnestly explained, "This is called crying tears of joy, understand?"

"I understand!" Bianca nodded with her big eyes, then seriously said, "So that means he’s crying out of happiness!"

She then muttered to herself: "But he’s still crying, right?"

In Bianca’s mind, no matter the reason, crying is still crying. She had hardly ever cried her entire life. If a little brother, a big man, cried, that meant he lacked backbone in her world. After all, the teacher had said that men don’t shed tears easily!

Only when she grew up did she truly understand that it only applied when you’re not heartbroken!

"Who said I cried!"

Just as Bianca finished grumbling, the little boy in Cathy’s arms climbed out, his face stern and looking offended as he stared at her, two rows of tears still hanging on his face.

Seeing that the little girl in front of him didn’t say anything, Roy thought she didn’t believe his words. Feeling offended, he said, "I wasn’t crying! I was just so happy!"

As he spoke, he quickly wiped his eyes with his little hands, then began to size up the little girl in front of him. She was slightly shorter, her arms and legs seemed a bit smaller, and she had called him "little brother", so she must be younger and therefore a little sister!

Despite being younger than him, she had quite an attitude, daring to say he cried. No one, at home or school, ever dared to say he cried!

All he did was miss his mom, whom he had been longing to see for half a year!

Roy’s gaze gradually cooled as he stared at her. This little girl was so bold. But she was indeed very pretty, with her small arms, legs, and face, soft and cute, and her big eyes even more beautiful than the most stunning princess in a cartoon!

"Who are you?"

After staring for a while, Roy coldly asked her, "Why are you living with my mom?"

His dad had told him to come here and snatch his mom back. Otherwise, his mom would love the beautiful little sister more and not love him anymore. Thinking about this, Roy’s eyes turned even colder, and he instinctively spread his arms in front of Aunt Cathy, looking as if he was going to protect her.

Ivy sighed inwardly at the boy’s cold expression. He really was a spitting image of Oliver, even the slight coldness between his eyebrows was just like that man.

However, the boy was undeniably handsome. Thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose, and a natural-born masculine arrogance were all evident in this young boy.

It was said that temperament gradually develops over time, but this little boy was only six years old, and the hints of a man’s temperament could already be seen. What a stunning little boy!

When this kid grows up, he’ll be quite something!

If her daughter truly set her sights on this little boy, she would probably suffer when she grew up because this man wouldn’t be easy for an ordinary woman to deal with.

"You shouldn’t be asking me like this!" Bianca, hearing his cold and domineering tone, immediately let her princess-like attitude surface, which had been nurtured by her daddy. She placed her hands on her hips and confidently replied, "This is my home! Instead, you should ask why your mommy is living in my home!"

Roy: "..."

What a proud little princess! No one had ever dared to speak to him like that his entire life, except for his father!

But it seemed she was right; this was her home!

"Alright, Baby!"

Ivy couldn’t help but laugh at her daughter’s queen-like attitude. She quickly pulled her into her arms and explained, "This is our home, and you’re the hostess. The little brother is our guest, so you should treat him well. How could you talk to him like this?"

"Oh!"

Although Bianca was reluctant, she had no choice but to obey her mommy. She looked at Roy and made a serious self-introduction.

"Little brother, hello! My name is Bianca Aretha, and it may change to Bella Gordon in the future. I’m five years old, Daddy and Mommy’s precious little princess. Welcome to our home!"

Ivy: "..."

Baby, are you sure this is a self-introduction?

Blatantly flaunting that she’s the precious little princess held in her parents’ hands, this wasn’t a self-introduction; it was a show of authority!

Michael Gordon had just returned and heard his daughter’s teeming words, which shocked him. He stood in place, stunned for a full three minutes. Aside from being amazed by his daughter’s words, he was also awakened by them!

His daughter’s last name was still Aretha. She was reminding him that she should be a Gordon!

This matter needed to be dealt with urgently!

"Roy, look at how polite your little sister is! As an older brother and a guest, you should be even more polite. Why don’t you introduce yourself to her as well?" Aunt Cathy gently stroked her son’s head, coaxing him softly.