The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 822 - 801 Don’t Cry

Chapter 822: Chapter 801 Don’t Cry

Chapter 801

He had never dreamed that he would have the chance to find the girl who had always depended on him!

"Rosella..."

Oliver Thompson’s voice clearly choked, as Rosella’s fingers, wrapped tightly around his waist, were pried apart one by one. Turning his head, he lifted her tear-stained face gently for a comforting kiss, "Trust me, I will bring Roy back to you!"

When she heard these words, the woman didn’t say anything, only letting her tears flow even more fiercely from her eyes.

"Stop crying. When have I ever failed to deliver on a promise?" Oliver looked at her intently, reached out to wipe the teardrops from the corner of her eyes, "Don’t you trust me? If you don’t trust me, then you should never let me in your bed again!"

Er?

Julie Harrison didn’t know what to say in response, finding it incomprehensible that he could still joke at a time like this. However, his words did make her subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief, clearly the situation wasn’t as grave as she had imagined.

But naturally, as a woman, her endurance was much less than a man’s!

"You can’t even bring the son back, and you’re still thinking about having a daughter?" Julie pushed him away and wiped her own eyes while urging him, "Hurry up and work with Michael to bring both children back, I promise I won’t add to your trouble!"

When Julie Harrison received the news, she was devastated, and the moment he carried her back, she realized her breakdown would only add to his burden. Now was the time to trust him, and the key was to rescue their children.

"Alright, just stay here, but don’t go to Ivy’s room!"

In her condition, seeing Ivy Aretha would surely lead to an emotional outburst, with both women ending up crying together!

"Okay, I know. I’ll wait in the room for you to bring Roy back!"

When Oliver Thompson returned to find Michael Gordon, he was on the phone, and Adam, head bowed, had a grip so strong he could crush the phone—Oliver could guess that the situation was not optimistic.

Oliver glanced at Adam, and after a moment of frowning deeply, he said, "You should go back and be with your wife. Don’t regret ruining your wedding night. The children’s situation should be a concern for us fathers!"

Adam had followed Michael Gordon for many years, almost as Michael’s most loyal brother, just like Lucas Sandy to him. Although Michael was a businessman and he was a soldier, the people by their side differed, yet it remained that they were still each other’s most important brothers.

Adam had just found himself a wife that morning when they had registered their marriage. He should indeed be staying with his wife; otherwise, it would be a woman’s heart that suffered. As someone who had been through it, he understood this well!

"No, I’m not going back. I will wait to join the Boss in the rescue!"

How could he go back at such a time? The Boss’s precious daughter was still in the hands of that scoundrel of a woman—he was responsible for rescuing her!

What’s more, at this time, returning to a room with just the two of them, what if he became a beast?

Although he was pleased to have picked the woman he liked for a wife, it wasn’t a night of passion he wanted, but a lifetime together. Therefore, the supposed wedding night was actually quite awkward, not to mention now in the face of this crisis. Even if there hadn’t been a crisis, he had been ready to find a reason not to sleep.

So...

He was determined not to go back!

"Stop getting in the way, go back to your room. With that delicate skin and tender flesh of yours, what can you possibly save someone?" Oliver Thompson glanced at him disdainfully, "With me here, do we even need you to take action? As if our Special Forces elites are just for show!"

At times like this, did they really need some white-faced scholar to lend a hand?

Adam: "..."

Since when had he become a nuisance?

"I’m not going back to the bridal chamber. I’m resolute about saving Miss Bianca. Even if I’m in the way, a burden, I still want to save Miss Bianca!" At this moment, being told to go back to his room and unable to do what a man should do in front of his goddess of a wife, wouldn’t that be asking for his life? "Yes, I will go save Miss Bianca!"

Oliver Thompson: "..."

Was Michael Gordon’s assistant brain-damaged? Having leisure time and yet volunteering for grunt work?

"Adam, brother, don’t tell me that after following your Boss for so many years, he hasn’t even taught you how to ’visit the bridal chamber’? You’re not wanting to go back now because you don’t know how, not even knowing how to ’roll in a bed sheet’, right?"

Michael Gordon was still on the phone. Oliver Thompson just looked at him, but he didn’t bring the mood down any further. With such a big incident happening, what they needed most was to stay calm.

"How... how could that be possible?"

Though he was stubbornly unwilling to admit it, his heart was struck by pain. He had grown up without ever ’rolling in a bed sheet’. Not to mention how good he would be at it, his skills were definitely lacking.

Ariana Hunt had been in the spotlight for many years now. It was impossible for a woman of her age not to have experienced love, so he was genuinely afraid of embarrassing himself in front of her. Worries that he was already harboring were hit right in the wound by Oliver Thompson’s words, and Adam’s poor little heart was bleeding.

"Why is it impossible? With a face like yours, it’s written all over it that you don’t know how to ’roll in a bed sheet’. Zero experience in bed, ashamed to face your wife!" Oliver Thompson said while casting a glance at Michael Gordon nearby, who was still on the phone. To cover his inner panic, he couldn’t help but tease Adam, his little follower, again, "But, brother, as long as you’re not ’incapable’, it’s all good. Skills, those can be improved with practice, so..."

"So let him practice with you, and get someone to sleep for three days and three nights without leaving the bed?" Oliver Thompson hadn’t finished his sentence when he was coldly interrupted by Michael Gordon, who, while speaking, had walked over with his phone in hand, "Adam, this ’bed sheet rolling’ is something I can teach you. If you learn from him, you’ll just drive your wife away! You’ll only get twins if you learn from me!"

Adam: "..."

He hadn’t even thought about ’rolling in a bed sheet’ with anyone yet. His biggest goal right now was to win someone’s heart. Once he had her heart, wouldn’t her body be his to sleep with however he wished?

Oliver Thompson: "..."

Mr. Gordon was so proud of having a pair of twins!

"From what you’re saying, have you managed to get in touch with Alya Larson?" Oliver Thompson asked, looking up at him indifferently, a casual air about him. If he was in the mood for such a joke, at least the safety of the two little ones shouldn’t be too grave of a concern!

"Yes, she’s still on the island, hasn’t left. She wants my guarantee that she’ll safely reach Orchid Kingdom. However, her words made it clear; she only has my darling with her. Obviously, Roy isn’t in her hands!"