The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 853 - 832 Who Says My Adam Is Not Good?

Chapter 853: Chapter 832 Who Says My Adam Is Not Good?

Now that Alette Larson has agreed to have a child, this class obviously can’t be attended. It seems I need to have a good talk with our little girl and adjust our work!

Ever since Lucas Sandy quietly resigned from his job and settled down in Andras City, he swiftly dealt with Alette’s parents and quickly tied the knot. Alette’s parents obviously couldn’t be more pleased with Lucas Sandy; a man like him boasted both good looks and a successful career. Most importantly, he had moved to Andras City for their daughter, so naturally, they treated him like a son!

Lucas Sandy, who had grown up without parents, felt the warmth of a family for the first time. It is said that a complete home must have elders above and children below. Now that he had elders, Lucas naturally started thinking about having children!

He was constantly preoccupied with the thought of having a child. Alette previously kept putting it off, saying it was too early, and her parents weren’t in a rush either. So they hadn’t been eager to have children and had been practicing contraception since their marriage.

"So... Alette, have you really agreed?" Lucas Sandy looked at her tentatively, wanting to confirm with her once more, afraid that she might have been just talking after seeing Sienna Harrison’s child!

"Is there even a fake agreement?" Alette Larson looked at him, somewhat speechless. Didn’t her words carry any weight?

"Great!"

Lucas Sandy simply nodded lightly and then pulled out his phone, selected a name from the contact list, and dialed straight away. The call connected quickly, "Aunt Martha, go to the drawer on our room’s bedside table and throw all the condoms out for me!"

The man’s voice carried an excitement that was absolutely certain, growing more agitated as he spoke, as if announcing a piece of great news to everyone!

"Yes, throw them all out, not a single one left. We’re going to have a baby!"

Alette Larson: "..."

This man...

He had specially made a phone call for the nanny to throw away that sort of thing, just to let her know they were going to have a baby. Alette Larson felt like she would never be able to face Aunt Martha again!

So Alette Larson waited in silence until the man finished his phone call and hung up, then with a puzzled look, she stared at him for a long time before speaking, "You had Aunt Martha do this sort of thing, do you think it’s something to be proud of?"

It was just a few useless wrappers. Throwing them away would have been effortless, she thought. When they were bought, Aunt Martha wasn’t asked to purchase them, but now, when it came to throwing them away, Aunt Martha was told to do it. That’s just unnecessarily pretentious!

"I am quite proud of it!" Lucas Sandy nodded proudly, his hand gently stroking her head, "Being able to get your agreement to have a child with me, as a man, I am quite successful. Of course, I need to find a place to brag about it a bit. Everyone else has children in their arms already, so there’s no chance to brag. That’s why I chose to do it with Aunt Martha!"

Alette Larson: "..."

Is that even something to brag about?

"Alette, let’s go several rounds tonight until we’re satisfied, hm?"

Uh?

His words once again left Alette Larson stunned. There wasn’t such a rush to have children, was there? This kind of thing wasn’t something that could be achieved overnight. Besides, this wasn’t their first time. She’d only heard that the first time had a higher chance of conception, like with Ivy Aretha.

But just one night, and she got pregnant!

Then there’s Lina Miller, also the first time, a direct hit, but the subsequent chances weren’t as high. Like with Sienna Harrison, it took many attempts before getting pregnant!

So...

Since it wasn’t their first time, it wasn’t about how many rounds or how many bed sheets they went through in one day, but about making it a daily affair!

But she certainly wouldn’t say that; otherwise, her fate would be miserable!

"Cough cough, what do you mean by ’until satisfied’?" Alette Larson asked with a faint shake of her head, shooting him a glance before muttering softly, "You speak as if you’ve never been satisfied before!"

"What do you mean, as if I’ve never been satisfied before? I’ve never actually been satisfied!"

Lucas Sandy didn’t even think before countering outright. He looked down to see the woman’s face as if struck by lightning, and suddenly felt a sense of amusement. Leaning down, he tenderly kissed her, saying, "Using those things is not at all enjoyable, and besides, using them too much isn’t good for your health, so..."

"So, you’ve been holding back all this time? Wrapping up after just once or twice?"

Before Lucas could finish, Alette interrupted with a direct question, cutting him off. Both being doctors, they were always clear about things that could harm the body. Their understanding was so deep that they didn’t need to say it out loud to know what it meant!

"Right!" He agreed, but as the words left his lips, Lucas felt something was off. After a moment’s thought, he realized the problem seemed to be...

Just once or twice, and that’s it? Just?

"Could it be, Alette, that you’re not satisfied with my once or twice daily?" Lucas looked deep into her eyes. "So that’s why you agreed to have a child, with the aim of doing it more often?"

Alette Larson: "..."

It was clearly his desire, so how had it suddenly become about her wanting more and not being satisfied?

"Cough cough, what’s wrong? Are you jealous of Jaysen Smith for becoming a dad, wanting kids yourself?"

As they shamelessly bantered, a man’s playful voice floated over to them. Looking up, they saw Adam leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, quietly watching the two, ready to enjoy their performance. "Or is it that the bed sheets haven’t addicted you yet, and you’re looking for a good excuse to indulge more openly?"

"We don’t need an excuse to indulge in our bed sheets, we can do it passionately," Lucas rebutted without a hint of courtesy, affectionately embracing Alette. "As far as I recall, you and your spouse have been living apart ever since your shotgun wedding. If it isn’t you traveling, it’s her filming. Adam, don’t tell me, you haven’t even consummated your marriage yet?"

"Pfft!"

Before Adam could react, Alette burst into laughter, her face not hiding her intent to rub it in. "Lucas, must you be so harsh? They’ve been married so long now. If Adam hasn’t had time to consummate the marriage, are you saying he’s lacking in that department, or is it that Goddess Ariana lacks charm?"

Saying this, Alette added another dig: "Since she’s called a Goddess, her charm must be potent, so naturally, it must be Adam, our brother, who’s lacking in that department, right?"

Adam: "..."

They say doctors and nurses don’t mince their words with meaty subjects, he had not realized it before, but now he witnessed it firsthand, a perfectly perverse combination. Yet at this moment, even if he wanted to admit his inadequacy, he couldn’t!

Because admitting his own proficiency would mean suggesting that Ariana Hunt’s charm was insufficient!

Adam felt, if he had to choose between his wife’s lacking charm and his own inadequacy, he would rather pick his own inadequacy!

"Cough cough..."

"Who says our Adam is inadequate!"

Adam had barely coughed to interject when a crisp and cool female voice interrupted him. This familiar voice didn’t require looking back to recognize who it belonged to, his wife, who was away shooting on location!