The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 575 - 554: Do You Want to Die on Me?

Chapter 575: Chapter 554: Do You Want to Die on Me?

"No worries, darling, if you want to take advantage of me, go ahead!"

Oliver Thompson gave a gentle laugh. The warmth in his smile reached all the way to his heart. After a pause, he spoke again, "Actually, I am rather looking forward to being taken advantage of!"

Julie Harrison: "..."

She knew it! This was precisely what her man had on his mind.

Julie said nothing more. She cautiously unbuckled his belt and gently lowered his trousers. Upon seeing the familiar boxer briefs, she stopped her movements. It took a moment before she managed to wring out the towel and attentively started wiping him down.

Oliver squinted at her with a burning gaze. Seeing her earnestly at work without any ulterior motives, he suddenly felt that pretending to be helpless to take advantage of his woman was somewhat shameless!

However...

If he missed out on this chance, it would be quite a pity. Between them, no matter who was tending to whom, when it came to bathing, it was always him taking care of her. After each time, she would be so tired that she collapsed, so naturally, he was the one doing the bathing!

The opportunities for her to take care of him were few and far between. And one such opportunity had risen now; if he were to let it pass, who knew when the next would come!

"Um... Rosella!"

"Hmm!"

As Julie was meticulously cleaning him, she murmured to herself. Seeing how clean he looked, she wondered if he really hadn’t bathed or changed his clothes for the past two or three days. On hearing him calling out for her, she instinctively responded, "Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon!"

Oliver Thompson: "..."

Was that what he meant?

"No, what I meant was, you haven’t washed the crucial part yet!" Oliver’s gaze was fixated on her, looking truly distressed. While speaking, he directed her gaze to the black boxer briefs he was wearing.

After a twitch of embarrassment, Julie’s face, which had just regained its natural colour from the effort of washing him, flushed red again.

"Uh... can’t you just bear with it? Why do you need me to..."

She honestly was not comfortable with this — touching a man in that intimate area seemed somehow... indecent.

It was easier to just go with it and have sex with him!

"Honey, are you disgusted by me?"

His face fell immediately, looking as pitiful as possible. Seeing her dumbstruck gaze, he added seriously, "Don’t worry, my injury is on my chest; that area is unaffected, I promise you. Just look at it, it’s already ready to go. I guarantee you it won’t affect our future happiness!"

She was better off before he mentioned it. Now, involuntarily, Julie glanced at his boxer briefs and the prominent bulge underneath. Instantly, heat surged up her face, transforming her rosiness into a deep flush.

"Oliver Thompson, you’re such a pervert!"

With that, Julie hurled the towel in her hand straight at the bulge in his underwear, her anger making her leap from the bed. Her eyes flashed with indignance as she glared at him.

Looking at her aggrieved yet shy demeanor, Oliver couldn’t help but grin.

"Honey, this is a normal physiological reaction in men, I can’t control it!"

Oliver Thompson gave her a helpless smile. Just as he was about to reach for her, she stopped him, her reaction faster than his, bracing against his shoulder, "If you move again, you’ll be done for!"

"Okay, I won’t move!"

Oliver Thompson hadn’t expected that she would consider his feelings even when she was this angry. A warm feeling rushed into his heart, and his gaze softened towards her. He instinctively began to defend himself, "Rosella, I’m a normal man with normal reactions when I see the woman I love. I’m not trying to molest you!"

Julie Harrison: "..."

She knew it was a normal reaction! But why did he have to bring it up?

Wasn’t it better for both of them to pretend nothing happened?

Did he have to make the atmosphere so embarrassing?

Seeing her silent, Oliver Thompson spoke up again, "I haven’t had sex in such a long time. The moment I see you, I can’t control it!"

"I noticed. Can’t you stop discussing your lower-half issues?"

Julie couldn’t help but mumble, hinting for him to stop talking, but it seemed the man didn’t have any intention of complying.

"Even if I didn’t mention it, it’s right in front of your eyes!"

Oliver Thompson clasped her hand, which was resting on him, and looked at her steadily, "Honey, I miss you. My heart misses you, my body misses you, every part of me misses you. I’m thinking about you so much that I’m going crazy, I don’t think I can go on any longer!"

Julie Harrison: "..."

This man must have caught a fever from Michael Gordon!

"You miss me to the point it affects your lower-half function?" Julie gently pulled away from his tight grip, hinting for him to let go, "Aren’t you supposed to be resting, taking care of your injuries?"

Hearing her words, Oliver’s grip instantly loosened; his hand slowly dropped alongside the bed. In a low voice, a hint of a pout in his husky tone, he said, "But honey, I’m already aroused. Why don’t we do it? Otherwise, I’ll die of frustration!"

Do it?

Die of frustration?

Julie felt a chill down her spine, utterly shocked.

"You’re in no shape to do anything!"

Julie stared at him with incredulity, "Even if I agreed, I doubt you’d have the energy to get on top of me. Men need to be less lustful and focus on their health. Lust is harmful!"

So lust harms the body?

If he was truly lustful, he wouldn’t feel so frustrated!

"Honey, have you ever seen a man with a wife who hasn’t had sex for months? Look at Michael Gordon, even though his wife is pregnant, they still have intimacy. Meanwhile, you’re not pregnant, yet you won’t sleep with me, and accuse me of being a pervert. If I was truly lustful, I wouldn’t be holding back!"

This made Mr. Thompson feel very wronged!

Julie Harrison: "..."

So, it was her fault?

It had been the same amount of time since she’d had sex as well. It’s not like she was deliberately withholding it from him alone. It’s evident that when menthink about sex, they lose all sense of reason!

"Am I the one not letting you sleep with me now? Is it me? Couldn’t you take a look at your own body, can you even do it? Do you want to die in bed with me?" Julie Harrison was practically enraged, "Your body was the one that failed, why blame it on me? When you were capable, you had me in bed for three whole days and nights, did I complain? It’s clearly you who can’t perform, so stop blaming me for everything, okay?"