The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 446 - 425: Where on the Rib can a Lower Body Grow?

Chapter 446: Chapter 425: Where on the Rib can a Lower Body Grow?

Hearing that, Michael Gordon furrowed his brows and glanced at the woman leaning against him before speaking softly to the person on the phone, "When did you learn to be so naggy?"

"If it weren’t for my wife staying at your place, I wouldn’t bother nagging!"

Oiver Thompson’s lazy voice contained some unspoken fatigue, "I’ve got some things to handle during this time. Once I’m done, I’ll come over and take my wife back. Remember to take good care of her for me!"

Michael Gordon: "..."

So this call was to remind him to take care of his wife?

"You keep talking about your wife, but what about your son?" Michael Gordon smiled faintly, and while talking, he reached out to stroke the long hair of the woman in his arms, smiling with satisfaction, "I’ve never seen such a cruel father like you. No wonder your wife won’t bear you another child!"

Oliver Thompson: "..."

"Look at how I cherish our baby daughter, and my wife is willing to bear me a few more!"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

A few more?

Does Mr. Gordon think she’s like a pig breeder?

"Isn’t my son the official husband for your precious daughter?" As Michael Gordon spoke, the man on the phone lazily replied, "He’s your son-in-law after all, isn’t it right for you to take good care of him? Do I still need to remind you?"

Michael Gordon: "..."

You’re ruthless!

"What if my precious daughter grows up and doesn’t like your son? Won’t I have raised him for nothing?" Michael Gordon couldn’t help but chuckle, "Your son is too weak, and I’m not even sure he can protect our precious girl in the future. If she rejects and changes her mind, I can’t help it!"

Oliver Thompson: "..."

His son was actually being disdained as too weak?

However, his son indeed needed to toughen up. With his temperament, he should have been sent to the army at the age of three, but his wife was too reluctant to let him go, so he had no choice but to indulge her.

Now that he’s seven years old, it’s time to send him in!

Oliver Thompson leaned lazily against the railing of his yacht, pinched his cigarette between his fingers, took a deep puff, and then spoke to the man on the phone, "Don’t worry, after I finish my things here, I’ll personally-guide your son-in-law. I guarantee your precious daughter will want to marry him. By then, you better not skimp on her dowry!"

"My daughter’s dowry has long been prepared, and both hospitals are hers!"

"Marrying a daughter and a hospital is a first for me; you really expect me to enter the hospital?" Oliver Thompson glanced at the vast ocean with rolling waves before taking a deep drag on his cigarette.

Hearing the sound of sea breeze and waves on the other end of the phone, Michael Gordon frowned and then recalled Oliver’s words about taking care of things and coming back for his wife, "You’re always involved with knives and guns, the hospital is best suited for you. But remember, you have to come back alive for me. Don’t die on me without even staying a day in the hospital!"

At first, Michael Gordon’s words were careless, but as he continued, his voice became more serious, his final words almost a warning.

"Don’t worry, the person who can take my life hasn’t appeared yet!"

The man on the phone still had that lazy, infuriating tone, "You’re having a second child, so of course I have to come back to have one too. Just remember to keep my wife safe and not let her have a second child with someone else’s man!"

Michael Gordon shook his head with a smile, "Don’t worry, no one would dare touch a woman who’s been with you for so many years, especially one with the title of Mrs. Thompson, and no one would risk getting shot by you!"

In the end, he added, "The main point is, your woman is too safe. If it were my woman, I’d be a little worried!"

In Mr. Gordon’s heart, his wife was the most beautiful woman in the world, and no other woman could compare to her. That’s precisely how twisted his thoughts were. Aside from his lover being a rare beauty, Ivy Aretha was indeed gorgeous!

Her beauty was pure and rare to see in the world!

At first glance, she was stunning. At the second glance, mesmerizing. Together, her beauty had seeped into her bones!

"What’s the point of a woman being so pretty? Do you feel accomplished having all the men in the world compete with you?" Oliver Thompson scoffed lightly, "The woman you marry should be like mine, quiet, obedient, and as for her looks, as long as she doesn’t drag my genes down, it’s fine; the key is that she can handle both the hall and the kitchen!"

Michael Gordon: "..."

Was he implying that Ivy Aretha couldn’t handle the kitchen?

"Are you looking for a wife or a nanny?" Michael Gordon rolled his eyes speechlessly at the person on the phone, "A woman should be pampered when brought home, not abused. No wonder such an obedient woman can grow thick skin under your name... well, you deserve it!"

Oliver Thompson: "..."

Alright, he deserved it!

He’ll change from now on, okay?

"Alright, it’s getting windy here, so I won’t chat any longer. Enjoy yourself and come back soon; just don’t leave my wife alone at home!"

"Be careful..." Before he could finish his sentence, Michael Gordon heard the sound on the other end of the phone abruptly cut off.

Lowering his head, Michael Gordon stared at the disconnected call for a long time, feeling a faint sense of dread. When he looked up, he saw Ivy Aretha, who was nestled in his embrace, looking straight at him. Her clear eyes were focused and infatuated, completely absorbed in him, as if they could draw his soul away.

Immediately after, that tiny bit of unwarranted worry in his heart vanished without a trace.

"Wife, people say there are 206 bones in the human body, but with the way you’re looking at me, I feel like I have 207!"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

"Don’t tell me you think you’ve found the rib you lost in your past life, do you?" Seeing the warmth return to the man’s smiling lips, Ivy Aretha couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. "Such a tacky way of expressing affection doesn’t suit Mr. Gordon’s status!"

A simple and blunt approach would suit him more!

Michael Gordon leaned in close to her ear and smirked devilishly, "By no means; how can ribs grow in the lower half of the body?"

Lower half? And an extra bone?

"Bloody hell, Michael Gordon, speak human to me!"

Mr. Gordon obediently spoke human: "Wife, I’m hard!"

Ivy Aretha felt as if her brain had been struck, and her eyes quickly moved from the man’s jaw, chest, abdomen, and further down...

Suddenly, Ivy Aretha’s fair cheeks flushed red, and she flung herself onto Michael Gordon’s chest to block the many pairs of female eyes on the beach from looking in their direction.