The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 570 - 549: My Wife, Always Willing to Sleep with Me

Chapter 570: Chapter 549: My Wife, Always Willing to Sleep with Me

Nanny?

Hearing this, Julie Harrison frowned slightly and stared at the man’s gloomy face, at first puzzled as to why he was suddenly angry. Then she looked at the items in her hand and instantly understood.

"What do you mean, I am a nanny? I was originally Ivy’s nanny!"

Julie Harrison directed the others to take the things to the kitchen while she walked towards the sofa area. She glanced at Lucas Sandy and said, "Hurry up and help him change his medicine! Do you have to throw a tantrum when he does?"

Throwing a tantrum?

Hearing these three words, Oliver Thompson’s face turned dark. Was he throwing a tantrum?

"I won’t change it!"

Oliver Thompson gave Lucas Sandy a cold glance, then looked deeply at Julie Harrison, and said, "Aren’t there servants in the house? Do you need to go out and buy things yourself?"

Actually, it wasn’t a problem for her to go out. The real issue was that she hadn’t even told him about it, not even a word of notice or a phone call. It made him think she had disappeared again.

"Servants?"

Julie Harrison glanced at him, then said, "Aren’t I a servant? I’ve even signed a contract. Who else should go?"

This damned man, he claimed to love her, but he didn’t say anything. Had he helped her terminate the contract with Ivy Aretha?

"What kind of servant are you? You’re my, Oliver Thompson’s wife!"

Oliver Thompson was almost killed by her anger. His wife would rather be a nanny and servant to others than go back with him. "You don’t take care of your injured husband, but you’re still a nanny serving others?!"

"Oliver Thompson, can you do something meaningful instead of coming out and getting angry and threatening people?" Julie Harrison directly threw the medicine box onto the tea table in front of the man, causing a loud clang. "Getting yourself worked up and making everyone else worry, is it fun? Oliver Thompson, can you be more immature? Roy is more sensible than you!"

Julie Harrison was really fed up with him. He had been fine earlier when she said she forgave him. But now he was still throwing a tantrum. Was he really just trying to make her take care of him personally?

Taking care of him herself would not have been a problem. She wasn’t that pretentious. She wouldn’t insist that the man show his feelings to her before she forgives him. But the problem was he got severely injured. She was not professional enough to handle it!

"Immature? Julie Harrison, you say I’m immature one more time!"

Oliver Thompson’s mood was already annoying when he was called immature, making it even worse. This woman verbally agreed to forgive him but didn’t do anything to show she had forgiven him. "Do you think I’m disabled now, and you despise me and regret forgiving me?"

Julie Harrison: "..."

Let’s not mention whether she despised him, even if he was disabled, could he?

"Are you disabled?" Michael Gordon, who had been waiting patiently until now, couldn’t stand it anymore. "With your strength, you made your woman unable to get out of bed, and you’re still energetic! A grown man, for the sake of your lower body troubles, uses his injuries to threaten women and makes a group of people worry about it. Oliver Thompson, you’re really getting better and better!"

Julie Harrison: "..."

Lucas Sandy: "..."

Mr. Gordon’s poison tongue wasn’t just for show. He could make people angry when scolding and annoyed when coaxing them.

To deal with him, they would have to lock him up with Ivy!

"I’m a man! If it’s not for that, what else would I care about?" Oliver Thompson glanced coldly at Michael Gordon and said in a low voice, "If you have the ability, don’t dwell on that matter and live quietly with your wife? Don’t think I don’t know that your woman is pregnant. She can’t sleep, but you’re desperate for other men’s wives to be sleepless too!"

Julie Harrison: "..."

Why hadn’t she noticed that this man could be so venomous at times?

Lucas Sandy: "..."

Sure enough, men who don’t talk much are more terrifying. Oliver’s poison tongue wasn’t ordinary. If he wasn’t feeling good, he would drag others down too.

"You’re talking about me not having a woman to sleep with?"

Seeing the stunned faces of the other two, Mr. Gordon said that this remark had no damaging effect on him. He disdainfully glanced at the man, "My wife has been pregnant for over three months. The doctor said that we can have intercourse anytime. The key is that my wife is willing to sleep with me anytime. So, my sex life has never been disrupted, unlike you. People say they forgive you but don’t let you sleep, and don’t even let you hug!"

Julie Harrison: "..."

Who said she wouldn’t let him hug her?

Hearing this, Oliver Thompson’s face turned completely black. He was so angry that he grabbed a cup from the tea table and threw it at Michael Gordon. Unfortunately, the man’s reaction was faster. He stood up and went upstairs, leaving the glass cup to smash on the ground with a crisp sound.

As he walked away, Michael Gordon said, "Remember to smash more things! I, Michael Gordon, have plenty of money. Just smash everything. After all, it’s your wife who will clean it up. Who told you not to help her cancel the contract with Ivy!"

Hearing this, Oliver Thompson’s hand holding another cup, which was about to be thrown, suddenly paused in mid-air. He took deep breaths, calming himself down and putting the cup that was almost crushed by his grip back on the tea table. However, the large movement strained his wound, making him grunt in pain.

"Enough, look at what you’re doing!"

Julie Harrison was so scared that she held him still, preventing him from moving. His pale face turned even paler. "Lucas Sandy, aren’t you coming over to help him change his medicine? He’s a patient. Should we let him be willful when it comes to changing his medicine?"

If it was just one being stubborn, that would be fine. But when another one followed suit, she had had enough!

"Yes, ma’am..."

"I want you to help me change!"

Before Lucas Sandy could finish speaking, Oliver Thompson interrupted him. With their close distance, the man’s eyes were fixed on Julie Harrison. "Rosella, you said you forgave me, but you still don’t take care of me. Are you just pretending to forgive me? Do you actually still want to divorce me in your heart?"

Julie Harrison really wanted to slap him. If she didn’t take care of him, would she personally go to various supermarkets and markets to choose food and nourish him?

"Am I, Julie Harrison, the kind of person without credibility? When have I ever gone back on my word?"

"Then you help me change the dressings!"

Oliver Thompson continued with his unreasonable demand without thinking, "My chest is only for my wife to see, not others!"

"Sir, it was me who removed the bullet from your chest. I’ve already seen it. It’s too late for you to say that now!"

Before Julie Harrison could speak, Lucas Sandy had already discredited him.

Oliver Thompson was so frustrated that he instinctively wanted to grab a cup from the tea table and throw it at Lucas Sandy. However, as soon as he reached for it, he remembered Michael Gordon’s words. He decided that tomorrow he would definitely talk to Ivy Aretha and get that damned contract canceled.

He wanted to see if this woman would still have an excuse for doing hard labor and neglecting him without taking care of him!