The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 429 - 408: Talking about how amazing her husband is, are you envious?

Chapter 429: Chapter 408: Talking about how amazing her husband is, are you envious?

"Rosella, I’ve changed my mind. No matter how many children you have for me, I will never let you leave me. Don’t think about divorce, your only choice is to be with me. As for whether or not you’re willing to have children for me, if you’re willing, have more, if you’re not, have less, or even not have any at all. We already have a precious son anyway, so it doesn’t matter if you have children or not. I’ve been lonely for so long, I won’t let myself be lonely again. If I have to be lonely, I’ll make sure to be lonely with you!"

This is the first message Julie Harrison has received from this man, and it’s also the longest message she has ever received.

She can even imagine the indifferent look of the man painstakingly typing the message screen by screen!

How could things turn out like this?

Michael Gordon’s words are like an indelible curse, continually haunting Julie’s mind. Her consciousness is entangled by the phrase ’you owe him’, and she can’t get out of it!

Maybe it’s time for her to think about it seriously, or at least find an opportunity to confirm the truth of what Michael Gordon said.

Michael Gordon had just gone upstairs and hadn’t reached the bedroom yet when he heard a scream from their room. The sound passed through the tightly closed door and directly entered his eardrums.

"Ivy!"

Michael practically threw himself at the door, his heart in his throat. As the door opened, he saw the woman sitting on the bed with disheveled hair and drenched in sweat, staring blankly. He finally breathed a deep sigh of relief.

He walked to the woman’s side, gently embraced her sweaty body, and whispered, "I’m sorry!"

It was obvious she had a nightmare. This wasn’t the first or second time it had happened lately, and the doctor couldn’t explain it. He only said that it was because she was thinking too much. If this continued, not to mention postpartum depression, she might get sick even before the baby was born.

"What are you apologizing for?"

Leaning against the man’s broad chest, Ivy Aretha breathed in the fresh air, her hands tightly around his waist as her forehead beaded with sweat. "You can’t control something like having a nightmare!"

If I hadn’t left, you wouldn’t have had a nightmare, so it’s my fault!"

Mr. Gordon’s temper was now incredibly good. Whether it was his fault or not, he would admit it anyway because his wife’s current condition was quite bad.

"Pfft!" Ivy couldn’t help but laugh softly. Michael was a model of the world’s top ten husbands now. "Honey, you’re so perfect; it makes me feel guilty!"

"It’s okay, after you give birth to the baby, you can enjoy being perfect again, and make up for the guilt!"

Michael gently wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, deliberately telling jokes to ease her shocked mood. He didn’t ask her about the nightmare, fearing that recalling the dream would frighten her again.

"How will you make up for it?" Ivy lifted her head and looked at the man’s delicate, enchanting face. The fear from the dream rushed back, and she was afraid of losing him. She reached out and touched his perfectly outlined face, and her tension eased as she felt his warm temperature.

Just as Ivy was about to speak, Michael’s familiar frivolous voice interrupted her. The words were stuck in her throat, and her eyes looked at the man in front of her in a trance.

"Didn’t you envy Cathy a few days ago because her man tortured her so much that she couldn’t get out of bed for three days, saying how her husband is so impressive?"

Michael gently rubbed her cheeks, kissing her brow softly. "If I don’t show some impressive skills, you might get tired of my performance in bed someday. Since you’re pregnant now and shouldn’t engage in strenuous activities, I can owe you temporarily. After you give birth, we’ll make up for it!"

Ivy: "...

When did she envy someone’s impressive skills in bed?

She just said that Oliver Thompson was too fierce, and how could a person be tortured to not get out of bed for three days? Was he a man or a beast?

This sentence can’t be regarded as envy, right?

Ivy had petrified, but the man’s mood was very good. The kiss on her forehead had slowly moved to her cheeks, and then landed on her soft lips. His tongue intruded, deepening the kiss.

Ivy pushed his chest with both hands, signaling him not to play with fire. However, he held her hands tightly, continuing to kiss her gently. After a while, he let go of her, and both of them were panting.

Michael’s forehead rested against Ivy’s, and she looked up to see his eyes. As their gazes met, accompanied by disordered breaths, they both laughed softly.

Suddenly, Ivy lightly punched the man’s chest with her little fist, her voice carrying a touch of shyness. "I’ve told you so many times not to play with fire in situations like this, or else you’re the one who will suffer!"

"Seeing such a beautiful wife, what should I do if I can’t control myself?" Michael joked while pinching her plump yet muscle-free cheeks. Since she became pregnant, he had done his best in the kitchen, coming up with various ways to prepare her meals due to her severe late-stage reactions.

He did manage to bring some color back to her face, but unlike other pregnant women who gained weight, his wife only became more beautiful, without putting on any extra fat.

"Wife, can’t you look a little uglier now that you’re pregnant?"

Mr. Gordon expressed his helplessness in this matter.

Ivy: "...

She had heard of men complaining about their women being too ugly, but never of them being too beautiful.

"What, is my beauty too much for Mr. Gordon’s eyes?"

"Not at all; it’s because you’re too pleasing to the eye that I can’t help but react!" As he spoke, Michael pointed towards his crotch, signaling her to look at his morning reaction to his woman. "You see, it’s all because you’re too beautiful. If you were a little uglier, it wouldn’t be so uncomfortable. Now I can look but not touch, and I am suffering so much!"

Ivy’s gaze followed his fingers, her face turning completely red. A faint blush passed over her cheeks, spreading to her ears, neck, and then her already fair and plump skin, instantly bursting into a pink color.

With the most exquisite makeup, her face now held a captivating beauty that made Michael’s already swollen part instantly harden.

"Wife, I’m in so much pain; I want you so badly!"

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