The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 810 - 789 I Don’t Play with Women, I Just Want a Wife

Chapter 810: Chapter 789 I Don’t Play with Women, I Just Want a Wife

Alette Larson stared blankly at the man for three seconds before word by word she came to three conclusions, "Lunatic!"

Lucas Sandy: "..."

He had almost congratulated himself for coming up with such a poetic and emotional sentiment. After all, he was a science student, and for him to think of such beautiful sentences was incredibly difficult. She wasn’t moved, which was one thing, but she even called him a lunatic?

Lucas Sandy had to admit that his heart, usually as firm as iron, was deeply hurt!

"Lunatic, I became a lunatic because I missed you so much!" The most classic cheeky spirit of Michael Gordon flashed through his mind, and he looked at her, saying slowly, "So, you have to take responsibility!"

Alette Larson: "..."

Wasn’t he just now talking about ensuring her safety for the rest of her life? But now it had turned into a demand for her to take responsibility?

The legendary ’yielding to softness but not to force’?

"Lucas Sandy, I dare you to say that again!" Even the best temper finally exploded, "What right do you have to demand that I be responsible for you? Just because of a joke you made last time? Fine, even if it wasn’t a joke, you just disappear without a message, not even a word, and you vanish without a peep. Do you really think you’re some professor from a star who requires me to worry about you every day, wondering whether you’re okay or when you’ll come back? Longing for you but not knowing how to express it or who to express it to!"

When emotions are suppressed to the limit, they inevitably break down, it just needs a fuse, and now Lucas Sandy was that incoming fuse. Thus, emotions exploded in an instant. With that outburst, hysteric words seemed to erupt directly from her mouth without passing through her brain.

The explosion was like letting out all the grievances in her heart at once, unable to stop even if she wanted to. Alette Larson was crying and shouting, pounding on the man’s chest and back that was pressing down on her, "Lucas Sandy, you are a scoundrel, a big bastard, a huge bastard! After disappearing for so many days, do you know how worried I was? I thought you had died in that often tumultuous Orchid Kingdom, why wouldn’t you answer the phone, I thought you were dead! Vanishing for so long and now just popping back up out of nowhere, if you miss me, just say it, but if you don’t, not even a notice, you’re just a big bastard, and I can never forgive you in my life, wuu wuu wuu..."

Lucas Sandy: "..."

Isn’t a lifetime too long?

Being punished for a while was acceptable; after all, no matter the reason, making her cry was his fault. A man would rather bleed himself than let the woman he loves shed tears. But a lifetime? He really seemed somewhat unwilling.

"Alette, don’t cry!"

Lucas Sandy was startled by her sudden crying and making a scene, both disheveled and hysterical. He wanted to comfort her, but as he reached out his hand, he dared not pat her. Instead, he brought his cheek close to her, "Wife, don’t cry, don’t be angry, being angry is bad for a woman, a smile makes you ten years younger. With all this crying, you must have aged ten years. Be good, don’t cry. If you’re angry, just hit your husband, torment your husband, don’t torment yourself!"

Alette Larson: "..."

Has this man’s brain rusted? Or is it really rusted?

Thinking he might have learned some advanced flirting techniques from Michael Gordon, Alette Larson’s tears stopped abruptly. When she lifted her head and looked at him with eyes brimming with tears, she was dumbfounded. There was not a hint of a trickster’s smirk on the man’s face—a completely serious demeanor as he offered his cheek to her, just like those henpecked husbands in TV series getting ready to be hit by their wives.

This was almost 10,000 miles away from his usual aloof demeanor; she had never even imagined such a scenario!

"Pfft!"

The mythical expression of laughing through tears was something Alette Larson experienced firsthand.

Seeing the woman suddenly laugh, Lucas Sandy finally breathed a sigh of relief at the bottom of his heart. This was the issue he had worried about the most over the past several days. Due to the nature of his work, all equipment would be shut down during the transition period, leaving no chance for phone calls.

He had thought Oliver Thompson would at least let her know he was safe, so later he simply stopped calling, wanting to surprise her instead. Regrettably, before he had even prepared to set off, Ivy Aretha had called him to carry someone to their new home, where he heard such endearing conversation!

So he went straight up there, and as a result, he ended up in his current state, completely beyond his control!

Seeing her cry, his heart clenched. From his indifferent birth to later holding a scalpel, facing life and death almost every day, he had become nearly numb to tears. Accustomed to life and death, crying was just too common for him!

He thought he would be allergic to the sound of crying, but to his surprise, upon hearing her cry, he became completely flustered, scared out of his wits, and leaned in close to her directly. As long as she could be happy, she could do anything she wanted to him!

Now that she was laughing, Lucas Sandy’s entire taut nerves suddenly relaxed.

"Wife, does your laughter mean that you’ve forgiven me?"

"Forgiven? All this big trouble just forgiven like that?" What was the fright and torment she’d suffered in such a short time worth? "Wait, what did you just call me?"

It seemed she heard him call her "wife"?

Indeed he had, and it seemed it wasn’t just once, but she wasn’t entirely sure if it was just her imagination. As a result, her facial expression was not only stupefied but also somewhat incredulous.

"Wife!" She had expected Lucas Sandy to deny it, as someone like him, even if he really got married, would likely not say such cheesy words. It was likely just an accidental phrase to comfort her while she was crying. However, the conclusion was...

"You’re going to marry me, aren’t you? If I don’t call you ’wife’, what should I call you? Alette? That doesn’t sound nearly as affectionate!"

Compared to the cheesy term of ’dear’, ’wife’ seemed much more natural and demonstrated more responsibility. ’Dear’ could be temporary, but ’wife’ was for a lifetime. The woman he wanted was naturally for a lifetime. Playing with women was something directionless men loved to do, but he didn’t play with women; he just wanted a wife!

"Marry you? When did I say I was going to marry you? Who allowed you to call me ’wife’? Lucas, I absolutely will not marry a man who could lose contact at any time. I haven’t even received the basic sense of security, so why should I marry you and accept such worries and fears?"

Alette Larson had intended to slap the man’s chest, but as her hand swung out, his cheek moved closer, and her palm unexpectedly slapped across his cheek; a faint imprint of her fingers shocked Alette Larson still in an instant.