The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 738 - 717: Heartache?

Chapter 738: Chapter 717: Heartache?

Heartache?

Hearing these two words, even the doctor wanted to cry. She didn’t have the ability to heal that!

"Mr. Gordon, heartache requires medication for the heart. You must’ve done something to hurt Mrs. Gordon’s feelings!" Having checked Mrs. Gordon’s body and confirmed that she was fine, the doctor’s courage grew somewhat. "Mr. Gordon, you should reflect on your actions!"

Reflect?

"My love, I was wrong. Don’t feel heartache anymore!" Hearing this, Mr. Gordon didn’t care to figure out where he had gone wrong. He immediately bowed his head in apology. "Dear, punish me as you wish. I promise not to fight back or talk back!"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

These words sounded like something coming from a violent person.

"Do you know why my heart aches?"

Mr. Gordon shook his head decisively: "I don’t know, please instruct me, my wife!"

The reason wasn’t important; what mattered was the result. Mr. Gordon felt that it was worth reflecting on anything that caused his wife heartache.

"Ahem, what was that about the check you wrote? Spending so lavishly, are you not going to support a wife and children in the future?"

Ivy Aretha angrily spoke while tapping on his forehead. "88 billion! I’ve never seen so much money in my life!"

Michael Gordon: "..."

Who said she had never seen so much money in her life? What about all the property in her name? What was that?

Having witnessed miserly people before, Mr. Gordon thought his wife must have been born to bring prosperity and fortune to her husband. She was even stingy towards her own family.

"That’s not right, my love. I remember you were always very generous with money. I remember taking you to a full house at the Andara Hotel for the first time; you were extremely generous!" Spending tens of thousands of dollars in one night, the boss could even give up his house for you to live in!

Is it the same principle to spend tens of thousands in one night and to give a big betrothal gift? Why was it now becoming so stingy?

A betrothal gift, that’s given to her family, which meant their own family. Could pregnancy make someone stingy?

"That’s not the same thing. Back then, you were a stranger to me. Now you’re my husband. When it comes to a stranger’s money, why not spend it!" Mrs. Gordon glanced at Mr. Gordon with a look that said he had the intelligence of a pig. "Your husband’s money is my money. How can you not understand such a simple concept?"

Michael Gordon: "..."

A stranger? Was the father of her child a stranger to her?

Mr. Gordon, who had loved her for twenty years, felt deeply heartbroken. If it weren’t for the fact that a woman carrying such a big baby bump was too frightening, Mr. Gordon would not have put up with all this. But as things stood, even if he wanted to resist, he had to put up with it. "My love, spending other people’s money indebts you to them. Spending your husband’s money is only natural. You can’t get this direction wrong!"

"Yes, it’s only natural to spend my husband’s money. But if my husband’s money is my own, that’s another story!"

That’s her money, her money: "You spend money so recklessly. In the future, we still have to raise three children. I think our household rules need to change!"

Hearing these words, Mr. Gordon was suddenly overcome by an ominous premonition.

Sure enough...

"From now on, you’ll get a daily living allowance of a thousand dollars, and the rest will be used to buy diapers for the children!"

A thousand dollars a day?

Hearing this, Michael Gordon’s eyelid twitched, and suddenly, a picture flashed in his mind. Wearing ragged clothes, he knelt before Ivy Aretha, looking pitifully at her, "My love, my clothes are torn. Give me some money to buy clothes, please?"

"Sure!"

"My love, I can’t wear clothes that cost just a thousand dollars. Can I have a bit more?"

Ivy Aretha directly gave him a thousand dollars: "You already have a wife and children, why do you need to dress so well? Are you trying to attract other women? You should know that money is for buying milk powder and diapers for the children, not for dressing up and attracting fox spirits!"

Michael Gordon was utterly struck by the vision in his head.

How could he envision such dark days ahead?

So, he looked at Ivy Aretha with a ingratiating smile and said, "My love, a thousand dollars a day is too little. Can I have more?"

Ivy Aretha: "..."

"So it turns out your demands are so low. Don’t worry, I won’t mistreat you. How about this? I’ll give you ten thousand dollars a day, not counting clothes and meals. You should be happy now, right? It’s ten times what you expected!"

Michael Gordon: "..."

Was this like shooting himself in the foot?

Ten thousand dollars a day? The spending on the cars under his name alone could reach this number. Did she want him to starve on the streets?

However, the phrase "clothes and meals not counted" still comforted Michael Gordon a bit. Don’t all those henpecked husbands with only pocket money have their wives buy their clothes for them?

He was looking forward to his little girl helping him buy clothes and then helping him dress handsomely.

"Fine, I’ll listen to my wife. From now on, my clothes will be custom-made by you!"

Who would have thought...

Ivy Aretha patted her cheek, smiling sinisterly. "Of course, your custom-made clothes are so expensive. I should be the one to handle it!"

Expensive?

Hearing this, Mr. Gordon instinctively felt a wave of panic. Perhaps his expectation was about to be disappointed again.

"My love, you’re not planning to buy me clothes worth thousands of dollars, are you? You can’t make your husband dress like a beggar!"

Beggar?

"My husband, have you ever seen a beggar wearing clothes that cost thousands of dollars?"

Hearing this, Michael Gordon felt relieved. At least he had clothes that cost thousands of dollars to wear. However...

"But considering how handsome you are, if you dressed any better, you’d attract even more foxes. So, in order to reduce the chances of dissatisfaction after giving birth and going astray, I think you should wear clothes that cost just a few hundred dollars!"

Mrs. Gordon thought that even a few hundred dollars’ worth of clothes, with Mr. Gordon’s great figure and good looks, would still attract quite a few butterflies. Maybe clothes that cost a few dozen dollars would be enough. But when she thought about how hard it was to buy clothes for a few dozen dollars in Andras City District, Mrs. Gordon thought that a few hundred dollars’ worth of clothes, with a few holes cut in them, might be acceptable after all!

"My love, for my underwear, you’re not going to make me wear just a few dollars’ worth, are you?"

If his wife could find underwear for just a few dollars, he would really admire her!

"Ahem, when it comes to underwear, no maximum limit. As long as it’s sexy, even a few million is acceptable!" Ivy Aretha glanced at him lightly and smiled sinisterly. "After all, the sight of you wearing clothes can be appreciated by millions of people. But only I can appreciate the sight of you wearing underwear. The best benefits should be reserved for myself!"

Michael Gordon: "..."

So his wife wasn’t stingy nor frugal; she just thought he attracted too many foxes?

However, this reality made Mr. Gordon feel quite happy. "Okay, I’ll wear sexy underwear just for you to see, every day!"