The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 476 - 455: Only Fantasizing About Women in Dreams?

Chapter 476: Chapter 455: Only Fantasizing About Women in Dreams?

His slender fingertips gently brushed the tears at the corners of her eyes, and the man’s deep voice was tinged with a touch of apology, yet buried within was a taste that seemed like deep affection. This explanation sounded more like a confession, "Perhaps I really did drink too much, and I didn’t feel anything afterward. When I woke up the next day, I honestly believed it was just a dream. However, when I lifted the quilt and saw the blood from your first night, that sense of reality returned to me."

"Then I went to your room, but your reaction not only made me feel guilty but also anxious and afraid. I began to despise and hate myself more and more for doing such a beastly thing to you. I thought you must hate me to death!"

That’s why he was so emotional when he heard her on the beach earlier, talking about how she planned to take her child and emigrate to Iceland.

"But Lina, tell me, did you really hate me? At that time!"

Despite the passage of time and the two of them already being together, Mario Jensen still wanted to know her feelings at that moment. With such a thought, the man’s eyes became somewhat pleading, "Please, tell me."

"Do you really want to know?"

Lina Miller thought her voice had been rendered speechless by the ups and downs of her emotions, but when it came out, she still spoke.

"Of course!"

Mario Jensen answered her almost immediately, leaning down to kiss her lips, conveying his eagerness to know the answer.

"I don’t hate you!"

Lina Miller looked deep into the man’s eyes and spoke word by word, seriously and solemnly, "Mario, I don’t hate you, I just love you! In this life, I only love you!"

Regardless of what he does to her, whether he loves her or not, whether he hurts her or spoils her, she loves only him!

As for that night, in fact, she took the initiative. If Mario was under the influence of alcohol, then she was completely and utterly sober. Not only did she not refuse him, but she actively cooperated with him, so how could she hate him?

Of course, considering a woman’s modesty, such a secret was still best kept in her heart.

"Do you really not hate me?"

Even though she had explained it so carefully, the man still asked as if he couldn’t believe it, and then he asked her, "If you love me, why did you think about emigrating to Iceland once you found out you were pregnant? There were no other women by my side, didn’t you know to have me take responsibility?"

Uh?

Take responsibility? Could he?

"True, there’s no one by your side, but isn’t there someone deep in your heart?"

As she said this, Lina’s eyes were a picture of innocence, "Besides, I thought you didn’t know anything and didn’t do anything to me. After all, it’s common for men to have erotic dreams, and considering how drunk you were at the time, not even knowing your own name, it was only natural to treat it as a wild dream."

Erotic dreams?

Mario Jensen’s eyes twitched at the corner, when did he become such a lewd man?

Only in dreams did he lust after women?

"So... you were afraid that my heart belonged to someone else, and I wouldn’t take responsibility for you, so you prepared to secretly emigrate with my daughter once you found out you were pregnant?"

A hint of complexity colored the depths of Mario Jensen’s eyes, and with careful listening, a touch of helplessness could be heard, "In your mind, am I such a man who dares to act but doesn’t dare to take responsibility?"

Aside from her hating him, he could accept anything she did!

This was not just about this matter but had always been the case!

"Of course not! How could you be such a man who dares to act but doesn’t dare to take responsibility?"

When Lina heard this, she knew he had misunderstood her meaning and quickly shook her head to explain. She could say anything now that she had never dared to say before, because her leader and partner had become her loving husband, "It’s just because I know you’re a man who dares to take responsibility that I chose to leave. I’m afraid..."

"Afraid of what?!"

"I’m afraid that after you find out we...we had a relationship, you’ll be kidnapped by the moral standards you’ve set for yourself. I know you love Ivy and can’t let her go. But if you find out we had a relationship, or that I’m pregnant with your child, based on my understanding of you, you’ll definitely marry me. However... you wouldn’t be happy that way!"

At this point, Lina’s gaze paused for a moment, then her trembling eyelashes quivered, and she spoke word by word, serious, like making a promise or a sacred vow: "Mario, I love you, so... I don’t want you to be unhappy, I don’t want to see you wallowing in pain in a marriage bound by morality!"

"So... I chose to leave! I’m sorry, Mario..." Before she could finish the word ’Mario’, her lips were blocked, and the man’s burning lips pressed down heavily.

The man’s scorching breath rushed towards her, and Lina was enveloped in his arms. The familiar masculine scent, the intensity of his kiss, was gentle to the extreme. His excited emotions were suppressed to the limit, accompanied by gentle kisses and the burning tears that slipped from their eyes one by one, then seeping into their cheeks, mingling with their breath between their lips, salty and warm, etching a long-absent sweetness in their hearts.

The sweet taste they had been waiting for so long had finally arrived!

"Lina, why are you so foolish?"

If he hadn’t loved her enough and been so devoted that he couldn’t let her go, even without realizing it himself, she would have been left alone with the child to roam in a foreign land. When he thought about this possibility, a pain pierced through Mario Jensen’s heart, "You’re willing to suffer in silence, you’re really..."

Hearing these words, Lina Miller was first stunned, then reacted quickly, "No, I’m not suffering in silence. It’s because I love you that I’m reluctant to put you in a difficult position. If it was someone else, I would..."

"What would you do? You want someone else to take responsibility?" As he said this, Mario Jensen seemed to suddenly react, and his face darkened, "Wait, do you still want someone else?"

Although he knew that Lina was a woman of unblemished virtue, he couldn’t help but lose control when he heard about this "someone else."

Michael Gordon was right; the more possessive a man was towards the woman he loved, the more he loved her!

"Uh?"

Lina Miller paused, "No, I haven’t thought about anyone else. I’ve never thought about anyone else, even if we hadn’t ended up together, I never would have considered anyone else!"

"You’ve never thought about anyone else? Not even when you thought you had no chance with her?" Mario Jensen found it hard to believe, but he faintly guessed her meaning.

"Yes!"

This time, Lina Miller spoke as if it were a natural course of events, light as a feather, "One can live alone. In modern society, being single is fashionable, and in Iceland, many women live like this!"