The CEO’s Billion Do Chapter 787 - 787 766 Wife I Love You

??Chapter 787: Chapter 766: Wife, I Love You!

Chapter 787: Chapter 766: Wife, I Love You!

“Wife, I love you!”

Seeing Ivy Aretha staring at him blankly with wide, glittering eyes in silence, Michael Gordon leaned down and kissed her forehead, whispering softly, “So much, so very much.”

Ivy stiffened, her mind stuttering over his words. So much love?

“I like big brother, so much, so very much!”

The childish feminine voice seed serious and earnest, as if it ca from her own throat. Ivy couldn’t rember when those words were uttered. Her hand instinctively moved to her lips, a sense of panic roaring inside her chest. The following mont, she asked Michael, “Michael, did we know each other before?”

On second thought, Ivy realized that she had phrased it wrong, so she hurriedly added, “No, I an, did we know each other when we were very little?”

Her mind seed to explode, the fuzzy voice in her mory sounding as if it were about to detonate. A white shirt, black trousers – possibly overalls. But the face was always blurry. It was familiar, yet after hearing his words, that small and vaguely familiar face gradually beca clearer. Looking at his face now, they did seem similar!

“Yes, not only did we know each other, we loved each other very much. You once said that when you grow up, if I still love you, if I co for you on a white horse, you will marry . You grew up, and I ca for you on a white horse.”

“Where’s the horse?”

The romantic declaration by Michael was t with a robust response from Ivy, who seed indifferent to his sentint.

Michael was speechless.

“Didn’t you see that all the wedding cars today were white Jeep Wranglers?”

In this era, using a white horse as the wedding ride was too outdated, but such a sentint was important to him. Consequently, Michael rounded up every model of Jeep on Muma Mountain, repainted them all white, regardless of their original color.

Ivy hadn’t paid attention to it initially, but after his explanation, she noticed that indeed, all the Jeeps were white. Plus, there were a few models that she rembered not having white as an option. At first, she thought her mory was at fault. Now, she realized that these white Jeeps conveyed a profound, hidden aning. They symbolized a man’s profound love for her!

So, they knew each other, and they were even in love as kids?

“So, we also had a beautifully romantic encounter and innocent promises at a young age, just like Bianca and Brother Roy.”

“No, our encounter was even more unforgettable!” They had braved partings and reunions, weathered the test of ti. “You said that once we grow up, if I still loved you and ca on a white horse to propose, you would marry .”

At that ti, Ivy, only five years old, in her white dress, was just like the most beautiful mountain callia that ever blossod. Anyone who saw her would know that she was out of this world. Those eyes – they seed to see right through his soul, taking his with them. “Ivy, I ca on a white horse to marry you. Will you marry ?”

Ivy stood still in a daze, staring blankly at Michael, finding it hard to speak. She felt her eyes swell and tear up. She was just about to cry when soone from the seating area shouted out.

“Is the bride really going to cry because of the groom?”

“The groom really is so romantic!”

“If I had such a romantic groom, I’d be willing to cry too!”

The voices weren’t loud, but they weren’t soft either. Ivy heard their dialogue clearly. Just when she felt her tears about to fall, she swallowed them back, looked at Michael with a choking throat and said, “You are trying to make

cry with a made-up story, I don’t believe you. I’m not falling for your trickery, I don’t even rember anything. And even if I did, that’s my mory, you’ve lost your mory, what could you possibly rember!”

Michael didn’t know what to say.

This woman was about to cry one mont, and being defiant the next, arguing about what he could possibly rember.

“How can I rember things like that? How many tis a day does a person fart? Wife, I’m a busy man. I don’t have ti to record all of that. I just want to love my wife properly!”

Michael looked at her intensely, an uncontainable smile bubbling up in his eyes, spreading a sense of joy throughout his whole being. His spirit seed to have peaked due to this. Alette Larson, who was a bridesmaid and was standing not far off, watched the man’s loving eyes on his bride, detected a hint of bitterness looming in her own heart. Her eyes welled up, a hot tear trickling down her cheek.

What’s happening?

Alette was shocked by the cold tear on her face. The groom was trying to make the bride cry. Although the bride hadn’t cried, why did the bridesmaid cry?

Quite taken aback, Alette lightly wiped the tear from the corner of her eye with a handkerchief she pulled from her handbag. Even if she tried to avoid the cara, a man hiding behind still caught this scene, a satisfied smile deepening on his face.

There is a saying that fond mories can be invoked by objects, so could it be that this maiden was attending a wedding and feeling sentintal about soone? Probably missed him? So man was glad to entertain that thought!

It seed his taste wasn’t bad, at least he had chosen a wife who would miss him.

“Pfft!”

Alette had just wiped away her tear when she saw the bride crack a smile. She couldn’t help but laugh too. Even though her laughter tasted bittersweet unlike the bride’s which was one of bliss.

In the past, she couldn’t understand why a woman like Ivy, who was strong, self-reliant, and had high standards, would fall for a driven and reckless man like Michael.

Ivy certainly seed like the sort who didn’t care for money or status. But now it was clear, this man had a unique way of capturing a woman’s heart. If Lucas Sandy could also make a woman laugh while others could only make her cry, she would set off to the end of the world to find him.

Such a man was rare. To Alette, finding a man worth following was reason enough to pursue him wherever he would go.

While Alette pondered, the story took an unexpected turn.

“Ahem…”

Hearing her laughter, Michael’s face darkened. Clearly, the situation was not right. The emcee had ntioned that to exchange the ring and finalize the wedding ceremony, he first had to make the bride cry and then hear her say: “I am willing to marry you.” Yet now, that’s not what happened!

So, he cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and adjusted his mood. He had already said things that were quite moving. Yet when he saw her enchanting and attractive face, he found it impossible to keep a stern face.