The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 434 - 413: Whatever My Wife Says Is Right!

Chapter 434: Chapter 413: Whatever My Wife Says Is Right!

Sienna Harrison grumbled to Ivy Aretha, her mind replaying the scene of the man saying he’d marry her after sleeping with her, realizing he never mentioned that he loved her. "He actually didn’t say he loves me, he said his family is pressuring him to get married, and since he slept with me, no one else would want me, so I have to take responsibility!"

Ivy Aretha was nearly infuriated by this foolish woman. "Sienna, has your brain been eaten by a dog? Which man, after sleeping with a woman, would say he’s at a disadvantage? After sleeping with a beautiful wealthy virgin like you, any man would be delighted. Have you ever heard of a man claiming he’s a victim? Have you been reading romance novels all these years for nothing? Those men who take advantage of women, yet claim they’re the ones being taken advantage of, aren’t they just in love and trying to get onto the household register?"

Sienna Harrison: "..."

It seemed to be true!

Thinking about it, Sienna went over the romance novels she’d read and realized it was true. "It seems like it is true, but why would Jaysen Smith like me? Even Theo Scott’s man rejected me, how could he like me? I feel like I have nothing, no talent, no personality, and there are so many girls with better backgrounds than me. Why does he like me?"

For a variety of reasons, such as a failed relationship, Sienna had become incredibly cautious.

"Who says you have nothing? You have a butt and breasts and are so passionate about having children. These days, women who like to have children are rare..."

"Ivy Aretha!" Sienna didn’t wait for Ivy to finish and yelled at her, "Can’t you say something nice? Which woman doesn’t like to have children in this world? If not, why would they make love? Isn’t it to have children?"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

"Who says making love is for having children? It’s obviously for pleasure!" Ivy Aretha nearly spilled her hot milk when she heard that, but Michael Gordon took it away in time to save her from burning herself.

Michael Gordon helplessly rubbed Ivy’s head and grinned. He put down the cup and warned her with a dangerous look to not spend too long on the phone because of radiation.

But she directly ignored his eyes, gave him a straight look and asked with a smile, "Mr. Gordon, am I right?"

"Yes, you’re right!"

Michael Gordon embraced Ivy, kissed her hair, and chuckled, "Wifey, whatever you say is always correct!"

"Ivy Aretha, don’t show off your love in front of a single person like me. I despise you!"

Sienna felt that calling Ivy was just for fun and amusement. "Don’t brag, you’re pregnant now, and can’t enjoy it even if you want to!"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

Seems like it’s true!

"Don’t you know? Pregnant women have no desire for that. You, an old virgin who’s just been deflowered, have the greatest need. So don’t stay abroad, hurry back!"

"Old virgin?"

Sienna was already on edge when Ivy said that, "I’m just twenty-four, my life is far from over, and you call me an old virgin who just lost her virginity?"

Twenty-four is the best age for the first time in bed, not old. Just as she thought that, Ivy’s voice from the other side, who was snuggled up with a man, came across, "Compared to my first time, you’re old!"

Sienna Harrison: "..."

When she was not yet twenty-four, according to her calculations, she indeed seemed like an old virgin!

Alright then, she kept her mouth shut!

"Ivy Aretha, you really have no shame!" Sienna deeply complained to Ivy on the other end of the phone, looked down at the bag she was holding, feeling a tinge of bitterness in her heart, faint but real.

"I already have a husband, so what do I need shame for!"

Hearing the woman on the other side sounding a bit down, Ivy hurriedly continued, "Madeline, even the strongest women are still women. If walking alone gets too tiring, and somebody’s willing to walk with you, why bother thinking so much? If someone’s willing to marry you, just marry him and find out later, how do you know if it’s right or wrong if you don’t marry?"

How do you know if it’s right or wrong if you don’t marry?

Since walking alone is so tiring and someone’s willing to walk with you, why not be willing?

Sienna stood there, dumbfounded, on the bustling streets of Paris, listening to the clear and happy tweets of the woman on the other end of the phone, blissful laughter without even seeing her face.

No one ever imagined that Ivy marrying Michael Gordon would bring happiness, for he was a man with a messy emotional history. But she married him, and now this domineering and flamboyant man has deeply fallen in love with a woman and become a slave to his wife.

Maybe she really should give it a try!

She’s already like this, having lost the man, her purity, and not even being pregnant, being forced to flee to a foreign land due to the pressure of marriage!

Could it get any worse?

"Madeline?"

Half a day later, Ivy hadn’t heard a single word from Sienna and was worried. She rushed out of Michael’s embrace in a panic, shouting, "Madeline, are you okay? You’re..."

"Ah!"

Ivy’s words weren’t even finished when a sharp scream came from the other end. Ivy’s heart skipped a beat as she nervously stood up from the sofa. Michael also stood up, supporting Ivy’s shoulders so she wouldn’t fall in excitement, while his other hand started dialing.

At the same time as the phone dialed, Michael caught the sound of a sharp scream from the phone: "Jaysen Smith, you scoundrel!"

Michael Gordon was stunned, then looked at the calling phone and rubbed Ivy, who was also shocked, and suddenly laughed.

"Feeling better now?" Michael hugged Ivy close, put away her phone, and buried his head in her neck. "Wifey, stop worrying about other people’s business, you’re mine!"

Those words from Michael were filled with affection and tenderness, different from his usual bold and domineering tone. Ivy looked at his head nuzzling her neck and frowned, "Michael, what’s wrong?"

Her intuition told her that this man had something on his mind.