The CEO's Billion Dollar Bride-Chapter 50 - You in the Depth of Memory
Chapter 50: You in the Depth of Memory
Chapter 50: You in the Depth of Memory
After a while, Michael Gordon narrowed his eyes and smiled, “Darling, you’re so smart, why didn’t you realize that your Uncle Gordon is pursuing your Auntie Ivy?”
Hearing this, the little girl first shook her head, as if to confirm the authenticity from Mr. Gordon’s look, and then blinked, saying, “Ivy Aretha is notoriously difficult to deal with, flowers and rings won’t work!”
“Michael Gordon, can you fucking stop spouting nonsense in front of the child!!!”
Ivy’s face immediately darkened to the extreme, wanting to get angry but unable to, feeling extremely suffocated.
“How is this nonsense? I’m here to seriously ask Bella for advice!” Even though Michael wasn’t concerned, he took the child directly from Ivy’s hand and urged her to hurry up the stairs, while laughing and discussing with the little one.
Ivy really wanted to slap her to death, even raising her fist, but when she saw the focused and expectant look in Bianca’s eyes, she withdrew it all at once.
This little one had never been held by her father since birth. Well, let them make a fuss today. With this thought, Ivy’s eyes flashed with crystal tears.
“Uncle Gordon, are you really going to ask me for advice?” Little Bella blinked her big eyes excitedly. She really liked Michael Gordon. If he really meant to pursue Ivy, he would be her future dad. Even though he would be a stepfather, she still liked him.
Michael Gordon walked into the elevator with Ivy, looking down at the little one and speaking with a gentle expression on his face. This was probably the first time Ivy saw Michael with such a peaceful look. His distinct facial features were cheerful, and his brows were filled with adoring sunshine.
What a harmonious scene, making Ivy feel dazed for a moment, even having the illusion that they were one family!
“Yes, Uncle is very sincere in asking for advice!” Michael’s low and gentle voice was so pleasant to listen to, “So, Bella, tell Uncle, if Ivy doesn’t accept flowers or rings, what should she accept?”
“Fool, of course, it’s to directly overwhelm her!” The little one stretched out her chubby little hand and gently knocked on Michael’s forehead, “Ivy said women value their chastity the most. Once you’ve cooked raw rice, she has no choice but to marry you!”
Michael Gordon: “…”
“Baby, how old are you anyway?” Michael’s eye twitched nonstop. He had been rebellious since he was a child but hearing such words from a little girl’s mouth, there was no denying he was… taken aback by it!
“Five!” The little one frowned at Michael, “Do you think I’m too young?”
“How could I?” Michael smiled lightly and left a big kiss on her little cheek, “On the contrary, Uncle thinks your words are spot on. Tonight, Uncle is prepared to act on your advice and overwhelm Ivy. You’ll help me take off her trousers, right?”
“Take off pants? And you want my help?” Little Bella frowned disapprovingly, “Uncle, I’m telling you to overwhelm her, not rape Ivy. You’re such a big person; why is your IQ so low that you could misunderstand this?”
In the end, the little one even began to despise his intelligence. This was the first time Michael was despised by someone. This little girl was so violent and poisonous-tongued, but so… adorable.
As they were talking, the door opened and the nanny Cathy had already opened it. When she saw Michael, she paused for a moment, then looked at Ivy with some difficulty, saying, “There are no men’s slippers in the house!”
Michael raised his eyebrows and looked at Ivy, originally thinking she would ask for a shoe cover for him. However, this idea only floated half way, and it was obviously not what he expected.
“You see, it’s not that I don’t want to let you in, but there are no men’s slippers in the house!” Ivy shrugged and said, “Cathy, Mr. Gordon is thirsty. Can you get him a bottle of water?”
Before Michael could react from his astonishment, Bella was snatched away by Ivy and handed to Cathy, who brought the water. She took the mineral water from Cathy, handed it to him with a smile, “Thank you, Mr. Gordon, for driving us home. It’s late now; you should go back and rest!”
Michael’s eye twitched and he looked down at the beautiful, smiling woman in front of him. Unbeknownst to him, anger rose in his heart. When did he, Young Master Gordon, not able to enter a woman’s house?
“Do you really see me as your driver?”
Michael gritted his teeth and glared at her, wanting to get rid of him with just a bottle of water.
Heh, in your dreams!
“Of course not!” Ivy’s smile became richer and richer, and she suddenly stared at him, saying word by word, “Where would I dare to treat you as a driver? You are a… rapist trying to rape me!”
With a “bang”, Ivy slammed the door shut, leaving Michael standing there like a zombie, his incredulous peach blossom eyes staring at the closed door.
After a moment, Michael reacted and angrily kicked the closed door, yelling, “Ivy Aretha, if you dare, don’t show up in front of me tomorrow; otherwise, I won’t let you go!”
A rapist? If there were rapists like him, Michael Gordon, countless women would strip naked and line up waiting to be raped by him. This woman was really outrageous.
With that thought, Michael kicked the closed door again, venting all his frustration with strength.
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However, his anger hadn’t completely dissipated when a neighbor’s door opening interrupted him. A woman in her seventies or eighties stuck her wrinkled face out and looked at him unhappily.
“Young man, what are you doing kicking people’s doors in the middle of the night, not letting people sleep!”
The old woman looked Michael up and down, noticed his handsome appearance, and then realized, “Looking at you, you don’t seem like a useless gangster; is it because… you like the girl next door, Ivy?”
Michael Gordon: “…”
Did the old woman have such sharp eyes? He was indeed fixated on this thorny lily flower, but looking at the current situation, there seemed to be no winning strategy for getting her into bed.
“This violent behavior of yours women doesn’t like!”
Seeing Michael not speaking, the old woman took it as a silent agreement, “Young man, you’re good-looking, so I’ll teach you one trick since you’re handsome. If you can’t enter her house, why not deceive her out? In this day and age, fooling her into a hotel isn’t exactly what you want!”
After she finished speaking, she stared at him disdainfully. She was about to close the door when it seemed she remembered something and stuck her head out again, “However, Ivy is a good girl, a single mother with a child, not easy. If you can deceive her into bed, remember to be responsible for her, or else you’ll be punished!”
