The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 746 - 725: Rest Assured, It Definitely Won’t Hurt!

Chapter 746: Chapter 725: Rest Assured, It Definitely Won’t Hurt!

Even though he thought so in his heart, at the sound of it, Oliver still paused in actions.

"Honey, it only hurts the first time. Our child is already so big, and we’ve done it countless times. Trust me, it won’t hurt this time," he reassured her.

After all, isn’t it said that it’s women who make the effort and enjoy this kind of thing, so...

Before he could even finish his train of thought, she interrupted him calmly, "That’s not true. It doesn’t have to hurt if the man is skilled, even for the first time. If the man lacks skill, or it’s been a while since he’s done it, he will be rusty, and it might..." Julia didn’t get to finish saying the word "hurt" before she saw the solemn expression on Oliver’s face, as if saying, ’dare to repeat that, and I’ll strangle you.’

With that, Julia couldn’t help but remember the last time they had been intimate, when he had angered her, and it took her three days and three nights to get out of bed because of it.

This time, she couldn’t forget that!

Oliver was different from Michael Gordon and Jaysen Smith; he was a soldier which meant, in addition to his incredible physical strength, he excelled at execution. And so, Julia obediently quieted down.

As Oliver’s temper rose, he saw the familiar mixture of fear and shivering in her clear eyes, which he had once longed for. Now, it made him feel an indescribable pain.

When he was still indifferent toward her, and she clung to him, she would wear that same expression.

Back then, he found her only annoying, but now, seeing her face like that, he felt a slight guilt and deep heartache. Knowing now how her father treated her mother, his self-blame intensified.

After hurting someone he should never have hurt, he should have let go of his past emotions and conflicts.

"Rosella, I’m sorry!"

Out of all the calculations, she never expected the stormy Oliver Thompson to say such a thing. Julia was dumbstruck!

She stared at him for a moment before understanding the meaning behind his sincere eyes, "Cough cough, sorry for what? For not being good enough last time that I couldn’t get out of bed for three days and three nights?"

Oliver: "..."

A woman really shouldn’t stay with Ivy Aretha; her best friend Madeline was a bad influence. Now, after living together for over a year, even his own woman had become like this?

Thinking about it, Oliver learned from Mr. Gordon’s best flirting skills and looked at Julia, his lips bearing a devilish smirk, "Or was my technique so good that you couldn’t get out of bed for three days and three nights?"

Hearing that, without even thinking, Julia retorted, "That only proves you have good stamina and has nothing to do with skill. Generally, a skilled person wouldn’t make a woman so tired she can’t get out of bed no matter how many times they do it!"

Huh!

So she blamed her inability to get out of bed on his lack of skill and excessive stamina!

But since she admitted that he had good stamina, Mr. Thompson didn’t blow up on the spot. Instead, he ominously smiled at the woman under him, who he had stripped naked, "Since my wife is so unsatisfied and has such a serious opinion for improvement, I naturally have to improve. How else can I be worthy of my wife’s sincere suggestions? I’ll practice diligently every day, but I’ll need my wife’s help in practicing as well!"

Julia: "..."

She wasn’t making suggestions, she was seriously despising him! Despising him!

Last time, this man had left her traumatized, and they hadn’t done it in such a long time – it had been half a year since they last were intimate. Feeling scared was normal, right? This kind of thing, if it’s not done, doesn’t it become rusty? Was there any need to lose face like this!

She had barely thought about it when the man’s heavy body pressed down on her deeply. The animalistic man had already torn off her clothes, but his clothes were still neatly worn – elegantly and oppressively handsome – even more so than the recently popular "National Husband."

No matter how you looked at it, she appeared to have seduced him into bed, and then stubbornly persisted to the very end!

"Ahem, Oliver, you haven’t taken off your clothes yet!"

"You help me take them off!" The man seemingly didn’t pay any mind to her words, only giving her a light smile as his hand continued to brush her chest with practiced ease, "I helped you take off yours; it’s only fair you help me with mine!"

Julia felt a strong urge to strangle him, as if he were suddenly possessed by Michael, spewing shameless words.

"In this kind of situation, shouldn’t a man always remove the woman’s clothes?" Julia evaded the man’s incoming kiss and turned her head away, "Getting hung up on something as little as removing clothes, I don’t think we should do it. After all, what you did to me last time has already given me a tendency towards frigidity, so I don’t have any needs!"

As she spoke, she used her hands to push the man who was sprawled on top of her away.

"I’ll take them off, I’ll take them off! How can I bother my wife to help me remove my clothes? I’ll take off my own clothes, and even help my wife take off hers!"

When she said she wouldn’t do it, having endured for more than half a year and seeing the final benefits being taken away, Mr. Thompson naturally didn’t want to give up like this. He quickly and skillfully removed his clothes in front of her.

His movements were so agile that Julia felt that even removing clothes must have been part of his military special training.

Ivy was right; no matter what kind of man they were outside the bedroom, in bed, they were all the same – beasts!

No matter how much face they had outside, once on the bed, there was no face, nor need for it.

Before, Julia had thought that her man was an exception, always maintaining his handsome face, even in bed. Every time they did it, he would silently display his charm, with his dashing demeanor never changing.

Today, she finally realized her man was no different from the rest of the world – when pressed against a woman’s body, face no longer mattered!

"Honey, I’ve removed my clothes..."

"You haven’t finished showering yet!"

Julia almost reflexively blurted out the words.

Now, Oliver was completely dumbfounded. It wasn’t that her request wasn’t reasonable. It was her constant refusals that reminded him of her previous words: last time, he forced her to stay in bed for three days and three nights, leaving her traumatized and tending towards frigidity?

Otherwise, why would she still refuse him after he had removed his clothes, especially when she had invited him herself? This kind of offer was suitable for any woman but decidedly not for Julia!