The CEO's Billion Dollar Bride-Chapter 38 - 39. Go deeper
Chapter 38: 39. Go deeper
Chapter 38: 39. Go deeper
Alya Larson was about to leave with Skyler Gordon, but when they reached the door, Michael Gordon’s deep voice came.
“Alya, you’re a smart woman. Don’t do stupid things!”
Alya paused, had he known? In his eyes, it was a foolish act, but in her heart, it was a goal worth achieving at all costs.
“Since Mr. Gordon said Alya is a smart woman, how could she do stupid things?” Alya Larson turned her head and looked at him with a seductive smile that could cut bones, “Please be at ease, Mr. Gordon!”
Without turning her head back, she left with Skyler Gordon, leaving Ivy Aretha and Michael Gordon in the spacious office.
Ivy Aretha looked up at him, and Michael Gordon’s face was still serious, obviously in a bad mood, “Mr. Gordon, I will leave first!”
“Who allowed you to leave!”
As soon as Ivy spoke, Michael Gordon’s cold voice stopped her. He had already risen from his office desk and was walking towards her.
“Who gave you permission to silently let them in?” Michael Gordon approached her step by step, his face a bit ugly, apparently holding back his anger and having nowhere to vent, and Ivy was unlucky.
“Aren’t they your brother and fiancée?”
Could she, a substitute secretary, stop the Gordon family’s second young master and future Boss Lady? This man must have taken a dislike to her, venting all his anger on her.
“It seems that Mr. Gordon is dissatisfied with this fiancée, so he vents his anger on me?” Ivy Aretha admitted that she asked deliberately.
“Anyone with eyes can see that I’m dissatisfied with such a woman. Since you have eyes, don’t ask questions that those without eyes would ask!”
Michael Gordon looked deeply at her, his feet involuntarily stepping towards her. He didn’t know why, but when he felt bad, he wanted to torment her. What to do?
He thought he seemed to have some perverted tendencies!
Ivy Aretha lowered her head, her thick eyelashes casting a shadow like a fan, showing that her mood was also not good, like a wronged and unwilling child.
Michael Gordon lowered his head: “Feeling wronged?”
What kind of consolation was this, scolding her for no reason?
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When Ivy Aretha looked up, she inadvertently bumped into his chin, only to realize he was almost touching her body. The hot male scent enveloped her, and the familiar smell attacked her senses.
After six years, this smell could easily arouse her breathing, and then the hatred seemed less obvious, replaced by the familiar yet vague things deep in her memory.
Deep in memories… was it not just six years ago?
Ivy Aretha’s entire pores became alert: “Mr… Gordon, what are you doing so close?!”
Ivy Aretha’s voice was filled with obvious caution, her feet unconsciously moving back, only to find she had no retreat, as she had stood in the corner to reduce her presence when she first entered.
Seeing her in such a panic, Michael Gordon’s entire demeanor sank. Did she really hate him so much? He was the one who offended her first, after all.
That cup of coffee almost ruined his manhood, which he hadn’t forgotten. His first thought was that if he could never get an erection again, he would make her frigid to accompany him.
But that idea of tormenting her had faded, and had been replaced by a strong interest, especially recently, when this woman had been working overtime daily and there had been frequent contact between them. That long-lost sense of familiarity had grown stronger and stronger.
But now, her appearance greatly hurt him: “You look like you’ve just encountered a rapist!”
“You might have really done it!”
After Ivy blurted that out, she immediately regretted it. Wasn’t she just reminding him?
“Haha, do I, Michael Gordon, need to force myself on women?” Michael Gordon looked at her disdainfully, “Didn’t you just see the women willing to throw themselves at me? Oh right, not just that. At the last party, you saw it too, didn’t you?”
There were never a shortage of women around him, chirping and flirting, throwing themselves, chasing him, and pouncing on him in the thousands, but why was his heart empty?
In his mind, a blurry figure would always appear, a girl in a white dress standing under the sycamore tree, like a lilac. But he just couldn’t see her face clearly.
Could she be the one living in the depths of his heart? Then who was she?
Michael Gordon’s gaze fell on Ivy Aretha’s face. Was it this woman in front of him?
Although this woman offended him, she was also the only woman he was willing to look at more. When Alya Larson and Skyler Gordon barged in just now, he felt very irritated, and he vented his frustration on her.
However, when she walked in and appeared before him, his irritation had vanished, but he didn’t know why.
The only explanation was that he was… interested in this woman!
“Mr. Gordon, it’s not something to be proud of for a man to be popular with women!” Ivy Aretha raised her head to face his focused gaze, “Only cheap goods get scrambled for!”
Michael Gordon: “…”
When did he become a cheap good?
“Ivy Aretha, I’ve wanted to teach you a lesson for a long time. Seeing you working hard recently, I was going to let you off, but now it seems unnecessary!”
Michael Gordon was obviously angry, pressing a switch, and locking the office door tightly. Then, the next moment, he pounced on her, imprisoning Ivy Aretha between the wall and himself, his eyes locking onto her.
“Ivy Aretha, it seems you won’t learn a lesson unless I speak. You really deserve a beating with that mouth of yours!”
Ivy Aretha was shocked by his abusive gaze, and again saw those familiar crimson eyes. It seemed that he was… no, that was not right.
“Mr… Gordon, hitting a woman is not a man’s style!”
“Hit a woman?” Michael Gordon suddenly laughed instead of getting angry, the corners of his lips revealing a familiar wicked charm, “I never hit women, at most I throw them on the bed and torment them!”
“Ah? Isn’t that rape?”
Even in panic, Ivy Aretha couldn’t help but retort. Strangely enough, even though this man had raped her, she didn’t seem to hate him that much; not six years ago, and not now.
Perhaps it was because he had raped her gently back then, or the pain when she lost her virginity wasn’t as excruciating as one might think!
Rape again?
“Since I’ve been called a rapist for so long, if I don’t live up to that title today, it would be a disservice to that name!”
Having said that, he leaned down and kissed her lips fiercely. Ivy Aretha was still surprised when Michael Gordon’s tongue entered her mouth and pressed her against the wall, devouring her…
Ivy Aretha’s mind exploded at that moment, and she didn’t instinctively push him away. She thought she was crazy, standing there dazed, allowing him to bully her.
