The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 914 - 893: Who Is Your Wife, Is It Legal?

Chapter 914: Chapter 893: Who Is Your Wife, Is It Legal?

The awkward scene from back then, when I think about it now, it’s as clear as it ever was!

A fifteen-year-old boy, who was educated by a female doctor with over an hour of physiology knowledge, and in the end, even got a full briefing on sexual knowledge. I must admit, auntie’s comprehensive coverage was impeccable, she touched on everything from how to take care of one’s little girlfriend during her period, to how to properly manage contraception!

It was also from that time on that he began to pay attention to matters between men and women and started to understand a woman’s menstrual cycle!

"How could I forget such a wonderful thing?" Now that I think about it, Roy Thompson suddenly felt an urge to laugh, "Watching my wife grow up from a little girl, I’m truly lucky!"

Wife?

Uttering it so naturally, four years haven’t seen each other, and he even speaks with more dignity now!

"Who is your wife, has it been made official, Mr. Thompson?"

Mr. Thompson?

"Not calling me Brother Roy anymore?" This realization cheered Roy Thompson up immensely, and he leaned in to plant a kiss on her cheek, "It’s been four years, and my baby has grown up quite a bit!"

Uh?

Grown up?

Her height hasn’t changed, has it?

An eighteen-year-old woman’s height is generally set, with maybe just some baby fat left, no other changes!

But just as she said this, a burning heat came from her chest, and before she knew it, the man’s hand had slipped into her shirt, covering her round and full bust line; the scorching male presence engulfed her whole being, and Bella Gordon felt her blood circulation speed up as if it had taken flight, her cheeks instantly flushing a thorough red!

"Brother Roy... you hooligan!"

How could he touch her so recklessly, "How can you do this without my consent?"

Roy Thompson: "..."

Was he still a man if he needed to ask for permission for such things?

"A man shouldn’t be so fussy, I let you touch me four years ago, and now it’s just paying back the debt. As the creditor claims what’s due, there’s no need to ask for any opinions, is there?"

Bella Gordon: "..."

Creditor claiming a debt?

Four years ago?

Uncontrollably, the memory of the engagement party night four years earlier appeared in Bella Gordon’s mind, when the man mischievously forced her hand to touch his body, purportedly to get to know her ’treasure’ and familiarize herself with her man.

"You... you..."

Bella Gordon never expected Brother Roy, who used to go along with whatever she said, to have developed a mouth that could rival her father’s, with a scheming aura permeating from top to bottom!

"Alright, let’s get ready to leave, otherwise, we’ll end up being the center of attention later during the grand finale!"

By this afternoon, when school let out, I bet everyone who could know about Bianca Gordon’s identity knows by now. That bunch of overly curious guys must have been ready, just waiting for their chance to shine!

Bianca Gordon almost got mad to death over picking out what clothes to wear. She prepared a pile of lovely dresses, and he didn’t choose a single one. She wanted to wear them, but he ruthlessly rejected each one, telling her to save them for when she returns to her country!

In the end, that guy actually picked out a school uniform that the girls at their school wear!

Bianca Gordon almost spewed a mouthful of old blood. With such a gorgeous figure and pretty face, she wanted to show off in front of his classmates and claim her territory. She didn’t expect her clothes to ruin her image!

Looking at herself in the mirror clad in a white blouse with a butterfly collar and a blue plaid pleated skirt, coupled with her tender, delicate face, she looked every bit the immature underage girl. Standing beside Roy Thompson who was dressed in a mature and steadfast suit, no ghost would believe she was the fiancée—she looked more like a little sister!

"Damn it, Roy Thompson, why make me dress like this? Do you see me as your sister or your fiancée?"

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Roy Thompson turned his head, his gaze deeply falling upon her annoyed little face. He strode toward her with his long legs, and without even a pause, wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Want to know whether you’re the sister or the fiancée? Isn’t it simple? Should we test it now, or tonight?"

Uh?

Bianca Gordon hadn’t fully grasped the meaning behind his words when the man already proved his point with action. His long fingers found their way to the buttons on her shirt, "If you want to try it now, I don’t mind at all if we’re late to the party!"

As he said this, his head buried deeply into her neck, his hot, burning breath spreading around her ear, bringing a strange, tingling sensation throughout her body. Four years ago, she didn’t understand this feeling, but after four years of adolescence and all the romance on the university campus, not to mention countless romance novels read in hunger, Bianca Gordon naturally knew what this meant!

"Stop it, I have no desire to try. Roy Thompson, in just four years, you’ve become a love expert. Confess, do you have another woman out there?"

Roy Thompson: "..."

Was he shooting himself in the foot?

"Who is that Misia?"

"Cough, cough, darling, let’s go or we’ll be late!"

How was he supposed to answer that? He wanted to say the reason he became a love expert was that during those four years, at a man’s prime time of need for a woman, he fantasized about her all the time!

But he dared not say that; otherwise, she would definitely call him a pervert!

Although Roy Thompson didn’t want to be the grand finale, he arrived half an hour earlier than planned. However, when they arrived, they had the honor of being the last to make a grand entrance. The door to the private room was wide open with a vibrant red carpet laid out. A few usually boisterous guys lined up on either side of the door and set off firecrackers when they saw them!

"Welcome Mrs. Thompson to the party!"

Bianca Gordon was thunderstruck by the address, and goosebumps covered her skin. If it weren’t for the fact that they all exuded righteousness, she might have suspected she’d walked into the underworld!

"Cough, cough..."

Wanting to say thanks, but unable to get the words past her throat, Bianca Gordon just nodded vigorously in thanks. This nodding, in her school uniform, looked particularly awkward to the woman sitting in the corner.

Misia squinted her eyes, scrutinizing the girl beside Roy Thompson from head to toe, assessing her outfit. Having heard that tonight Roy Thompson would bring his wife to the classmates’ farewell party, she brought a few friends to cheer on. She imagined Mrs. Thompson would appear in thousands of different styles, but never in a school uniform!

Compared to her stature over 1.7 meters, the woman in the school uniform and standard school shoes, standing next to the over 1.8-meter-tall Roy Thompson, was a full head shorter. She looked to be around 1.62 or 1.63 meters tall, definitely no taller than 1.65 meters!

One in a uniform, another in a suit and tie, they did not look like a couple, but rather like siblings—yet the aura they exuded was as harmonious as any married couple’s.