The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 942 - 921 What do you mean?

Chapter 942: Chapter 921 What do you mean?

Huh?

Mia Rowen suddenly froze, her mind went blank for a moment, and it seemed like a nerve in her brain was plucked, making her feel like something was off.

So that was it... her heart was beating too fast!

"Morgan Sanders, what do you mean?"

Mia felt her nerves tingling uncontrollably from the man’s words, "Yes, if my brain hadn’t been chewed off, would I be running around with you acting crazy in the middle of the night?" Especially those two words "running around," which almost instinctively stimulated her ever-sensitive nerves.

"What do I mean? If you dare to run away from home again next time, I’ll just tie you up and drag you back!"

Mia Rowen: "..."

"What do you mean, run away from home? I just wanted to see the movie!"

In fact, she did want to run away from home, throw a tantrum, and make him pay attention to her for not caring about her, being neither cold nor warm.

"If you wanted to see a movie, couldn’t you have told me? Running out alone in the middle of the night, you want the whole world to think I’m a scumbag who drives his wife away in the wee hours?"

If she wanted to see a movie, she could have just said something; it’s not like he wouldn’t accompany her. There was no need to make a racket at home, stirring up drama, making all the servants think she stormed out because she was unhappy, and even alarming both their families.

Having such a big hat thrown on his head, he really couldn’t even speak up about the injustice.

"When will you change this temper of yours, making such a fuss? Can’t you just talk to me instead of just leaving with a grim face?"

Mia Rowen: "..."

"Since when do I need to talk to you? With you putting on a face like marrying me is the biggest grievance of your life, how can I even speak up?" Mia wasn’t happy at all with the man’s self-righteous ranting, "Morgan Sanders, you’d better get it clear, it wasn’t me who forced you to marry. If anything, I’m the victim too. Why is it that only you can show the whole world how aggrieved you are by marrying me, but I’m not allowed to be slightly moody?"

That’s just ridiculous!

So officials are allowed to start fires, but the common people can’t even light lamps?

Morgan Sanders: "..."

They say that after marriage, even the strongest women should become gentle; they say that no matter how strong a woman is, she’ll end up beneath a man. She’s been someone’s wife for so long and still so defiant. Is it because he hadn’t made her lie beneath him?

As this thought flashed through his mind, Morgan felt a bit like he wanted to ravage her. This woman was simply too deserving of a good ravishing. With that thought, the image of her in pajamas, her seductive figure when she slept, surfaced in his mind—thanks to a call from his mother-in-law who mentioned Mia’s habit of kicking off the quilt.

Out of a moment of soft-heartedness, he’d gone to check on her in the main bedroom, only to witness that alluring scene, almost causing him to have a nosebleed. That night was a disaster; even recalling it now brought certain physical reactions. Morgan truly felt he was becoming more and more pathetic.

It was just watching a woman in her sexy pajamas for a moment; how did it come to him avoiding looking at her directly? Every time he saw her face, he felt like he was harboring dark thoughts alone.

"Cough cough, when did I ever say you forced me to marry you? When did I say marrying you was a grievance?" Morgan felt his cheeks heating up, but thankfully the cinema’s lighting was dim. He believed she hadn’t noticed, "Since we’re both victims, then let’s not bother each other and just live well, right?"

Mia Rowen: "..."

Live well, is that something people in their situation say?

"Isn’t that what old married couples say?"

"Haven’t we been married for several months now? Isn’t that old married couple territory?"

Now it was Mia’s turn to be petrified.

If they counted as an old married couple, then are there any newlyweds left in the world?

Had an untouched maiden just fallen straight into becoming a woman past her prime?

"I refuse to play the old married couple with you!"

"What, thinking about divorcing me and then having Roy Thompson introduce you to a spare tire?" Morgan Sanders finally lifted his head that had been bowed this entire time, his face sinking to an extreme, "Let me tell you, I, Morgan Sanders, like everything except for second-hand goods. So, if you dare make me second-hand, I’ll drag you down with me!"

Mia Rowen: "..."

What’s gotten into this man, going crazy all of a sudden?

Wait a second...

Is he saying he doesn’t like second-hand goods as in himself?

And drag me down with him?

"You mean to say that even if I wanted to divorce you, you wouldn’t agree?" Mia Rowen’s eyes widened, "So you’ve never thought about divorcing me?"

"Why would I divorce you? What’s the point of getting a divorce when everything’s fine? It’s better not to get married at all than to marry and divorce right away. Why would I make such a fuss? Am I sick?"

Morgan Sanders didn’t even think before refuting directly, but halfway through, it seemed like he had a realization, and then he looked at Mia Rowen and asked, "Mia Rowen, don’t tell me you’ve got someone on the side, so you’re picking a fight to divorce me?"

Someone on the side?

And intentionally picking a fight?

Mia Rowen’s anger flared up suddenly. How could he not know whether she had someone on the side or not?

They had been classmates for over a decade, and he actually doubted her character—how could she swallow this indignation?

"Right, I have someone on the side. What about it? If you treated me well, would I need to find someone else? Morgan Sanders, you’re such a scoundrel, not fit to be a husband, and yet you accuse me of picking fights. Fine, I’m picking fights. What are you going to do about it?"

Morgan Sanders: "..."

He’s a scoundrel?

How is he a scoundrel?

He’s been waiting on her hand and foot. Not to mention the house servants treat her like an ancestor, even he is nearly treating her like a queen. He never takes her tantrums seriously, letting her vent while he stays out of her way. How’s that being an unfit husband?

What more does he need to do to be fit?

As for that someone on the side, he naturally would not believe it. It was just said in anger after all. Morgan Sanders was very clear about Mia Rowen’s life; he knew whether she had someone or not—it was just angry talk!

"Don’t go too far, Mia Rowen. I won’t divorce you, so don’t even think about making me wear a green hat. Don’t push me too far, because if you do, I will... I will..."

Morgan Sanders hadn’t finished speaking when suddenly the whispers around them rose. All eyes within earshot turned towards them in unison, and Morgan Sanders could no longer continue. He immediately shut his mouth, indicating that he couldn’t afford to lose face!

"Alright, if you two don’t stop arguing, nobody here will be able to watch the movie. We might as well just watch you perform!"

Roy Thompson sat down with Bella Gordon in the neighboring seats, "If you want to argue, take it to the bed. Don’t spoil the romantic atmosphere in the cinema; you’re making it impossible to watch the movie!"

Morgan Sanders: "..."

Mia Rowen: "..."

"How did you guys end up sitting here?" Their seats were much better than these. They only got these because it was the last tickets left, "Your seats were great!"

"If it weren’t for you two making such a fuss that the people nearby couldn’t enjoy the movie, why would we swap with them?"