The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 660 - 639: So Many Born, I’m Tired of Raising Them!

Chapter 660: Chapter 639: So Many Born, I’m Tired of Raising Them!

Has human evolution shortened our lifespan?

Michael Gordon was deeply shocked by his wife’s words!

But when he thought of the words "open chest and abdomen," Michael was scared again. Giving birth is indeed a terrifying thing for women, and it has always been this way. Ivy Aretha had a cesarean section before giving birth to Bianca because of difficult labor. Now that they are expecting two more, naturally, it’s even scarier!

"Wife, I never thought about having more children. Three kids are already a lot, and raising that many is exhausting!"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

How can the topic change so quickly?

With a "bang!" the sound of a wrist bag falling to the ground rang out. Ivy Aretha and Michael Gordon both looked over, only to see Mario Jensen bending down to help Lina Miller pick up her dropped wrist bag.

"Why don’t you two go and play over there?"

Michael Gordon, with his arms around Ivy Aretha sitting on a chair in the pavilion, saw them coming and casually handed an empty cushion to Mario Jensen. He lazily said, "My wife is hiding here to enjoy the view with her big pregnant belly. Why is she hiding here too, even though she’s fine? She’s already given birth more than half a year ago. Do you really need to treasure her that much?"

Michael Gordon naturally didn’t think too much about it and assumed that Mario Jensen was being so delicate because Lina Miller had difficult labor half a year ago.

Hearing the word "pregnant," Lina Miller almost instinctively went weak in the legs and almost fell to the ground unsteadily. Fortunately, Mario Jensen quickly caught her in his arms. Then he furrowed his brow; Lina Miller rarely had such awkward moments. His intuition told him that she was hiding something, "What’s wrong? You have been restless all day, and your face looks pale. I barely saw you eat at the banquet!"

As Mario Jensen spoke, he took the cushion thrown over by Michael Gordon and adjusted the hanging chair in the pavilion. Because Ivy Aretha had a girlish heart, Michael Gordon designed every pavilion in the hotel annex with a swing-style hanging chair. Women usually like to lie down. Since Ivy Aretha was lying down with her big pregnant belly, Mario Jensen naturally assumed that Lina Miller also liked it.

Moreover, she had always had the habit of swinging, so Mario Jensen didn’t ask her opinion and directly set her up in the chair. The usually obedient Lina Miller naturally didn’t resist over such a small matter. But once the man put her in the chair, he also slowly started to swing her like a swing for no reason.

"Wow!"

Unable to endure any longer, Lina Miller covered her mouth and vomited!

She had already felt a bit uncomfortable and had been swung a few times by him in the hanging chair, causing her stomach to be upset. She vomited a handkerchief full of sour water, leaving her feeling drained.

"Lina, are you alright?"

Mario Jensen was so scared that he immediately secured the hanging chair and tried to help Lina Miller to her feet. He saw Lina Miller waved her hand, and then gasped, "Get me a glass of water!"

"Alright, waiter, water!"

The waiter, who had been standing by the pavilion with a tray, immediately brought the drink tray over upon hearing the request.

"Give her warm water, senior!"

Mario Jensen had been frightened by the sudden turn of events, and when he heard Ivy Aretha’s words, he took a glass of warm boiled water from the waiter’s drink tray, tested the temperature, and then handed it to Lina Miller’s mouth, "Rinse your mouth first then drink!"

"Honey, look how considerate her husband is! He even tests the water temperature before letting her drink!"

Ivy Aretha, also a pregnant woman, felt that her treatment seemed a little inferior!

Who would have thought that just as she said those words, a certain man calmly took a cup of warm boiled water from the waiter’s drink tray, carefully rinsed his mouth, and then...

Before Ivy Aretha could react to his inexplicable actions, her lips were blocked, and the man poured the water directly down her throat. The warm liquid, carrying the man’s familiar fragrance, entered her belly straight through her throat.

The warmth spread from her stomach to her heart in an instant...

Ivy Aretha looked at the man incredulously: "Michael Gordon..."

"What, wife, are you complaining that I didn’t feed you well?" Michael Gordon’s lips had already left hers, and his forehead was pressed against hers. His heavy breaths sprayed against her cheeks, raising the temperature degree by degree, "Or should we try again?"

"Alright, if you keep messing around, you’ll be the one to suffer!"

Ivy Aretha pushed away the man whose breath had already become chaotic and was still flirting. This far along, even if he held his breath, she wouldn’t dare gamble with the two little lives in her belly. Yet, this man could always somehow do something dangerous. "If you’re too bored, go dance at the bonfire party. I can watch you from here!"

The party was not far away, and the manor had taken safety measures. There were bodyguards specifically stationed in the pavilions, so there was no need for him to suffer by her side at all times.

"No thanks, I’m too handsome. What would happen if a pretty girl took a fancy to me while dancing?" The guests today were all Jaysen Smith’s, and if a beautiful woman really took a liking to him, he wouldn’t be able to say harsh words. Doubting his own charisma, Mr. Gordon always maintained a high degree of narcissism, "I’m a man who loves his wife, you know. If I were entangled by a girl, it would ruin my reputation for a lifetime!"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

She had never heard of anyone who slept with her on their first meeting and dared to say they had a reputation.

"Alright, you two, will you die if you don’t show off your love?"

Mario Jensen looked at the couple showing off their love everywhere with a speechless expression. He then looked at Lina Miller, who was worriedly lying against his chest on the hanging chair, "Do you want me to take you to the infirmary, or call a doctor? Or should we go home?"

The hotel had an infirmary and a regular doctor, so, given Lina Miller’s pale face, Mario Jensen asked her three questions one after another.

"I’m fine; I just need a little rest. Just don’t shake the chair!"

It was still early, and most of the wedding guests were still present. If they were to leave so early, it would be disrespectful to the newlyweds. They had to go through the entire wedding process. Besides, she wasn’t sick; she was just pregnant. As long as she’s careful, everything will be fine.

"Okay, I won’t move the chair!"

When Mario Jensen said he wouldn’t move the chair, he obediently stood by it and fixed it in place. His stiff actions caused Lina Miller to feel a surge of emotions. She wanted to scold him but couldn’t utter a single word. She had always imagined that this should have been what he should do for Ivy Aretha, but she never thought that her deeply loved man could one day love her as much as he loved Ivy Aretha. Lina Miller felt a sense of joy after the bitterness!

"Fabian Nala, sit down, please. You’re making me nervous standing there!"

She wasn’t the Queen Mother and hadn’t yet developed the habit of being waited on while resting.