The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 815 - 794: The Amniotic Fluid Broke!

Chapter 815: Chapter 794: The Amniotic Fluid Broke!

"It’s so uncomfortable!"

Alette Larson’s mind was so cluttered with the stuffy heat of the room that she blurted out her most immediate feelings, "Such a strange discomfort, I’ve never felt this way before!"

"Hmm, that’s because you want me!"

The man’s voice was low and sultry, carrying a seductive descent, his hot breath dissipating at the nape of her neck. Alette almost subconsciously surrendered, whatever he said went, "Hmm, I want you!"

"Alette, do you know what you’re saying?" Lucas Sandy then realized that there was something off about his words, what did he mean by asking if she knew what she was saying? They were about to do exactly what she said, so he added softly, "Good, I understand, I’ll give it to you right away!"

It wasn’t until she heard these words that Alette realized what she had actually said. A feeling akin to shame swept over all her senses in an instant; the restraint she had always taken pride in crumbled so easily under the man’s onslaught!

She wanted to say something but realized nothing needed to be said, nor could she say anything. The man’s hand had already traveled from her chest downwards to her waist and then to her lower abdomen. His careful movements made Alette, who was a bit nervous about her first time, take a deep breath.

"Umm, I..."

"Don’t worry, I’ll be very careful!" Naturally, Lucas Sandy assumed she was worried about ’that’ at this moment, "Once you’re ready, I’ll go in, I’ll be gentle entering!"

When he spoke, Lucas Sandy’s forehead was sweating, and his voice sounded as if it could wring out water. Being a doctor, he knew what this reaction signified, but for the woman beneath him, he held on and kissed her over and over until she moved closer to him, her actions full of a palpable longing. Only then did he reach out, took her hand, and guided it delicately towards his waist.

"Alette, once you’re ready, untie it, and let me in!"

"Okay!"

All of Alette Larson’s soul seemed to be filled with the heat engulfing her, her mind muddled, instinctively wanting to press her body closer to his, to give herself to him. Whatever he said, she complied, her hand instinctively reaching for his belt...

With a snap, the sound of the belt falling, his trousers were successfully pulled down with his extreme cooperation. When her hand touched the cotton of his boxer briefs, Alette still hesitated.

"Alette, keep going, otherwise we’re both going to suffer!"

As Alette’s voice paused, the man’s commanding tone rang out, his hand clamping over hers that rested on the edge of his boxer briefs, forcibly pulling down the only piece of clothing he had left.

Finally, the two were bare before each other!

The moon was as black as ink, the starry sky like an ocean, pouring through the window and onto their bodies. The man’s sleek back, the woman’s proud bust, all laid bare under the moonlight that made the night as clear as day, clearly falling into each other’s view.

It can be said that such a night was specially designed for lovers like them, and fitting for precisely what they were about to do. Then, in all their naked truth, the two, who were just moments ago passionate as fire, suddenly froze. You looked at me, and I looked at you, their heated gazes meeting...

"Well, let’s start!"

"Okay, I’m coming in now, prepare yourself mentally, it might hurt a bit!"

"Don’t, pain scares me the most, and now you remind me of it. You should be saying it won’t hurt!" It’s like getting an injection, when you’re reminded it’s going to pierce you, you’ll tense up, "Lucas Sandy, do you think it’ll hurt more than surgery?"

She once asked Ivy Aretha, Sienna Harrison, and Lina Miller, these three women who had experience in the matter about the level of pain involved. Ivy said it was like being torn open below, Sienna said it was like having her bones dismantled, while Lina simply shrugged her shoulders, offered a light smile, and that demeanor was frankly more terrifying than the two other women blatantly telling her it hurt a lot.

Lucas Sandy: "..."

He really didn’t know how to answer such a stupid question. Did she think it was the same as a cold knife thrusting into her body?

"Let’s give it a try, it definitely won’t hurt much!"

At that moment, other than comforting her, there wasn’t anything else he could do.

"Fine, let’s try it, but hurry up!"

When it came down to the wire, Alette Larson had this sense that the sooner it was done, the sooner she’d be relieved. If she didn’t do it, it would be very uncomfortable, but doing it might be very painful!

The only choice was to do it quickly!

"Alright, I’m coming in!"

Just as Lucas Sandy’s waist was preparing to sink down, the piercing sound of phone rings erupted, and it wasn’t just one phone ringing, but two, simultaneously.

The deafening ringtone shattered the mood they had just built, and the two had already chosen to ignore it; after all, when the arrow is on the bowstring it must be shot. Lucas Sandy even thought to go all the way in a single stroke to finish it off, but unfortunately, the ringing showed no signs of stopping. Such high-frequency noise was truly impossible to ignore.

"We should probably check it out. Both of our phones are ringing at the same time; it must be something urgent!"

It was Alette Larson who lost her excitement first and pushed Lucas Sandy, signaling him to get up and check the phones.

"It had better be something extremely urgent. Otherwise, whoever dares to interrupt me rolling in the bed sheets with my wife, I won’t let it go, no matter who it is!"

Alette Larson: "..."

Why would such an elegant person swear? Had she misjudged him before?

However, the moment Lucas Sandy glanced at the caller IDs on the two phones thrown together, he had a bad feeling. One was from Ivy Aretha, the other from Michael Gordon. Clearly, these two had just recently been encouraging them to get on with it in the bed sheets. If it wasn’t something serious, they certainly wouldn’t call at this moment to ruin his good time!

Instinctively, Lucas Sandy hurried to swipe open his own phone first, Michael Gordon’s call.

As expected, before he could even say hello, the urgent, anxious voice of the man on the other end came through: "Lucas Sandy, I’m sorry, but no matter if you’ve taken off your clothes ready to do it, or you’re naked and about to go in, or even if you’re already inside and doing it, you need to come to my bridal chamber immediately. Ivy’s amniotic fluid has broken, and she’s in the room getting ready for a caesarean section. Her condition isn’t great. I won’t be at ease if you’re not here. Save having sex, first rescue my wife and child’s lives, then continue!"

Michael Gordon’s words were like a machine gun sweeping through the Central Plains, pouring out in one go without even a punctuation mark to break it up, clearly showing he was truly terrified!

"Alright, I’ll be right up, don’t panic!"