The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 796 - 775: Let’s Get the Child Out First!

Chapter 796: Chapter 775: Let’s Get the Child Out First!

"No way!"

Alette didn’t even think before denying it outright. If he really came, would it prove her previous thoughts?

Outside the door, Ivy, bloated with pregnancy, shrugged at the person next to her, and then said, "Hurry up and come out. What’s it like monopolizing the bride and groom’s bathroom?"

"Oh, I’ll be right out!"

Alette only breathed a deep sigh of relief after hearing Ivy’s voice. Then she turned on the faucet, gently patted her cheeks with water, and saw that her face color had returned to normal in the mirror before taking a deep breath, opening the bathroom door, and pushing it open...

"Sister Ivy..."

Halfway through her call, Alette realized that the person standing in front of her was not Ivy. The sudden voice caught in her throat, and the face that had been almost constantly in front of her eyes these few days directly startled her wide-eyed with horror. The surprise left her unable to speak, and all she could do was maintain this foolish and stupefied posture, immobile!

"What, you changed your mind after just a little time apart?"

Lucas Sandy gently rubbed her already irritating head with a faint smile, which rarely appeared on his usually cold face, giving a hint of warmth. Alette was taken aback but still didn’t speak, instead turning her head away stubbornly, refusing to look at him.

What does it mean that she changed her mind?

He was the one who had disappeared without a trace, without any contact, not even a single word to her. Even the fact that he was still alive was only revealed by Oliver Thompson. Now he appears out of nowhere, and if she forgives him too easily, wouldn’t he just vanish again in the future?

Being with him was a stretch in the first place, and now with his unpredictability and lack of explanation, where would she find her sense of security?

She now finally understood why those women who found a better man than themselves were always hanging by a thread, fearing that one day they would be abandoned. She didn’t understand it before, but now after experiencing Lucas Sandy’s sudden disappearance without a trace, she understood!

It really was a torture!

Ivy was right, in dealing with men, they must be caught in the palm of your hand. No matter how excellent the man, once he marries you, he becomes your husband, and you must hold onto him. If you can’t hold onto him after marriage, you might as well not marry at all, lest you worry and harm both yourself and others later. That was what Ivy had said and done.

It was time for her to give it a try. They had been separated for two days after only dating, driving her crazy ever since. If the separation were any longer, she reckoned, she might develop a mental illness. A short pain is better than a long one; if they can’t be honest, it’s better to give up sooner rather than later!

In order for her future, she must harden her heart!

Towards him and herself!

"Alette, are you unhappy to see me?" Seeing her turn her head away, he reached out and turned her cheek forcibly to face him, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Are you angry with me?"

"Angry?" Already simmering with anger, Alette’s temper flared even more upon hearing this word. "What am I to you? Do I have the right to be angry? Isn’t anger a matter of having the right and standing? Do I have that right and standing?"

"Of course!" Lucas Sandy still maintained that faint smile and gentle expression, no longer cold and hard as before, as if the dark hell suddenly let in some sunlight and became suddenly warm. "You are my fiancée, and if you don’t have the right or standing to be angry, who does?"

"Fiancée? Have you ever seen a fiancée in this world who doesn’t know if her husband is dead or alive when he disappears mysteriously in the middle of the night, can’t be contacted by phone, and doesn’t receive even a single message?"

Not to mention the word fiancée, when Alette was reminded of this matter, it was as if a thorn had been pricked in her temper, and she immediately erupted. "Lucas, do you think that because I was once your assistant, in emotional matters I am inferior to you, like a servant too? And that if you say it, I should know and if you don’t, I can’t ask, right? Let me tell you, although I am just a nurse, only an assistant in front of all doctors, it’s totally different when it comes to emotions. Job and love should be separated. If I can’t be treated fairly and get respect in love, then I will never find a doctor for a husband in my life!"

Falling in love with one’s superior was already stressful enough, and her commitment was too deep, making her prone to anxiety.

So...

"Alette, don’t be like this. I have never treated you as an assistant, even in work. I have always treated you as a partner, let alone in feelings." Seeing Alette’s uncontrollable accusations, Lucas Sandy was shocked for the first time. He had never thought that this matter would bring her such a shock!

Originally, he had not been in touch, firstly for work reasons, and secondly to give her a surprise.

But now it seems there was no surprise, only a shock!

"Alette, listen to me, I didn’t deliberately not call you, recently..."

At this point, Lucas Sandy suddenly noticed that the environment was a bit off, and found himself under the scrutiny of many different gazes. He only then realized that this was Ivy and Michael Gordon’s wedding room. "Well, Alette, come with me to my room, and I’ll explain it to you slowly. It’s not convenient to speak here!"

This wasn’t appropriate for someone else’s wedding room, let alone him being the only man, even the groom wasn’t here, making it even less appropriate!

Indeed, it wasn’t very convenient, so you better leave!

Who would have thought that when Alette heard this, she directly pulled his hand off her cheek and pushed him away, striding towards Ivy’s bridesmaid group. She hadn’t walked a few steps before her wrist was caught, and she was pulled back into Lucas Sandy’s arms.

"Come with me!"

"Sister Ivy!"

Seeing that she was about to be dragged away by him, Alette instinctively looked to Ivy for help. At this point, there was no way she could go with him. She had made up her mind: this time, she would not forgive him easily without teaching him a lesson and letting him reflect on it properly. Ivy had said that men shouldn’t be spoiled; otherwise, they develop bad habits!

So, at this moment, she believed that Ivy would support her in punishing her man slightly. After all, she was still her bride!

However, everything that happened next was, in a word, a shock!

"Calling me won’t help - who made him your future husband? I’m just your Sister Ivy!" Ivy shrugged at her, and then glanced at Lucas Sandy. "I suggest you take him back and sleep with him right away, plant the child first, and then explain slowly. Otherwise, this girl will be so upset that you won’t even have the opportunity to explain!"

Lucas Sandy: "..."

Isn’t it a bit too soon?

Alette: "..."

Has Sister Ivy thought about Mr. Gordon seven years ago?