The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 430 - 409: If you don’t love me, who do you love?

Chapter 430: Chapter 409: If you don’t love me, who do you love?

Knowing that the woman in front of him was like poison, Michael Gordon still couldn’t resist rubbing himself against her, attempting to quench his thirst. His hot, disordered breath brushed against Ivy Aretha’s pale and rosy cheek, tickling her like a warm, loving touch on her cheek.

"Michael..."

It was as if Ivy had been infected by him, her voice laced with a slight rasp. If it weren’t for her extreme control, she would probably have appeared coy and shameless.

"Hmm!" Michael hummed, rubbing his cheek against her neck and couldn’t help but touch her ample breasts. They had grown even bigger due to her pregnancy, and the sensation was even more pleasant. "You’re uncomfortable too, you want it too, right?"

Ivy really wanted to slap him to death!

Damn it, of course, she knew that they couldn’t do anything at this time, but not only had he brought trouble upon himself, but he had also harmed her.

"In your dreams! Haven’t you heard that pregnant women have low libido?" Ivy slapped away the man’s hand that was messing with her chest. "If you keep messing around, I won’t be normal, either. Do you want me to find a hand to help you solve your problem?"

Michael Gordon: "..."

Suddenly, the man understood the meaning of her words and his face was immediately filled with an evil grin. This was the first time in history that his woman had taken the initiative to mention this. Mr. Gordon was thrilled.

"Wife, I love you!"

Faced with his affectionate confession, Ivy gave him a glance of disdain. "I’m your wife, of course, you have to love me. If not me, who else would you love?"

In other words, it was a nonsense statement!!

Mr. Gordon: "..."

Why was his woman not like other women?!

Normally, when a woman hears her man say "I love you," shouldn’t she seriously say "I love you too"?

Why did it become a given, as well as a meaningless statement when it came to his woman?

Mr. Gordon’s strong sense of self-esteem couldn’t take it. There was a time when he was the center of attention, desired by many. Why had he been completely subdued by this woman, living each day in fear of losing her?

In short, he must have owed her something in his past life!

However, considering that she had taken the initiative to help him deal with his needs, Mr. Gordon felt that everything was worth being happy about.

After being pestered by the man for half an hour in the morning, Ivy was so tired that she could hardly lift her hand and threw him a reproachful look. "Look at the trouble you caused!"

"Wife, I’ll feed you breakfast!"

At this moment, Mr. Gordon was still very self-aware, as his wife had gone through so much trouble just for him.

Ivy didn’t want to talk to this rascal anymore. If it weren’t for their common work in the company, she would never have believed that such an outstanding man in his career could be such a complete rascal and rogue in his private life.

However, she found herself increasingly unable to do without this constant intimate contact.

That was why her fear intensified each time she had a dream like that.

Everything in her dreams was so real, as if it had happened a long, long time ago, so long ago that she couldn’t remember it. In the end, she couldn’t help but ask Michael, "Michael..."

"Hmm, what’s wrong?"

The man’s voice still carried the raspiness of post-passion, and his speech was particularly enchanting. But when he looked down at the serious and solemn face of the woman lying in his arms, the wanton and satisfied smirk vanished instantly.

His first reaction was to check her abdomen and body, only to realize that he hadn’t touched her at all, nor had he put any pressure on her. He breathed a sigh of relief, held her hand, and gently massaged it. "I’m sorry, I won’t ask you to do that again. I shouldn’t have let you get so tired!"

A man never thinks about how a woman feels when he’s enjoying himself. It was only after the pleasure had subsided and he saw her exhausted body that he felt a pang of guilt. At this moment, Michael was remorseful. She had gone through so much to carry their child, constantly vomiting. They say the second pregnancy is easier than the first.

With this pregnancy being so difficult, her reactions during her pregnancy with Bianca must have been even harder!

Although Ivy repeatedly emphasized that Bianca was well-behaved and she hadn’t suffered much, Michael didn’t believe it deep inside; he thought she was just comforting him.

From the first blind date, her terrible attitude towards him was an indication of how much suffering she had endured during those lost years.

"What are you talking about? Am I that weak?"

Seeing the man’s somber and apologetic face, Ivy couldn’t help but gently pat his palm, indicating that her hand was really fine. "I just wanted to tell you about the dream I just had!"

"A dream?"

Since entering the room, Michael had tried to avoid mentioning the word dream. As it was a nightmare, he didn’t want her to relive it. However, since she had brought it up herself, she must have wanted to release the fear in her heart. "What did you dream about? Sometimes, it’s because you think too much during the day that you dream at night. It’s like daydreaming becomes your nighttime dreams!"

"No, I dreamt of myself. I dreamt that I became my four-year-old self, but my thoughts and memories were still the same as they are now. Only your age and body were four years old. I dreamt that I was kidnapped from a palace and brought here, and then I lived in Andara for a year. Then I had a car accident, and I died. After being reborn, you saved me. You pulled me out from under a bus and carried me to a hospital. You were wearing a white shirt, you weren’t tall, and you didn’t look like you do now. But I just knew it was you; I could recognize you. But when I woke up, you were gone. Someone told me that when you learned I was dead, you went home to ask a divine doctor to help me pass on. Later, I was taken away and no matter how much I called for you, I couldn’t see you. The person who took me away told me that I was already dead, so no matter how much I called, you wouldn’t hear me..."

Ivy spoke incoherently, recounting her illogical nightmare in a jumbled manner. The entire scene had once again scared her into breaking out in a cold sweat, and she clung tightly to the man’s waist, gripping him as if she wanted to break his waist.

Her dream was too real, as though it had actually happened to her. Even though Ivy had regained her memory, there were still very few things that she could recall, besides her parents’ names and her elder brother, Mario Jensen.

However, her intuition told her that there was also a boy in white in her memory, just like the boy in her dream wearing a white shirt!

"Michael, do you think this dream could come true? That I’ll really die!" Ivy clung even tighter to him, pressing herself against his body. Already so close together, there seemed to be no more space to squeeze into, but the images from her nightmare felt all too real, as if they were something she had experienced or would experience in the future. The dream seemed too real to be just a dream!