A Bird in the Cage

Chapter 25 Call Me Hubby 2

Ryan realized that his heart had softened for her over time, but when she faced him, she always wore a bitter expression.

When they were making love, she rejected him; when she spoke to him, her tone was cold.

Even when he sprained his foot, she sneered at him instead of worrying about him.

This woman was a natural actor! She was like a completely different person now.

He vividly remembered the time when she just moved in. That day, he had a fever and didn't take it seriously, but she was so anxious to the point that she was on the verge of crying.

She wanted to call Luca over, but he refused. She took care of him all night without sleeping a wink. Throughout the night, she was busy cooling him down with a wet tower.

Perhaps this was her strategy. Initially, she tried to be good and obedient to him so that he could get used to her. Now that she knew that her dream of being rich and powerful had been shattered, she purposefully ignored him and pressured him so that she could get what she wanted.

"Ryan, you don't want to be betrayed by her again. Once is enough!" Ryan silently thought to himself.

"You're the one in control of this relationship! You have to control her, manipulate her, and have your way around her."

As he thought of the contract between them, he called Luca to confirm Alan's request for increasing investment.

Then, he calmed down, stopped thinking about her, and began to focus on work.

There were a few projects that didn't go well recently, especially with the property project that involved the Burton family. It seemed as if someone was interfering in the project.

After making a few rounds of calls, he felt a little weary, so he picked up the mug in front of him.

This mug had been bought by Catherine and it was bought from Dunkee and had a white base. When he picked it up and observed it carefully, there was a cozy picture on it. The painting on the mug was a pretty little house with a couple sitting on the ground. There were also children running on the field.

It took him nearly two years to notice the details on the mug.

Catherine once said that the mug symbolized a lifetime. What was she trying to hint at then?

Was it her dream to have such a romantic and simple life?

He loved to drink coffee, but she told him too much caffeine wasn't good for his body, so she often secretly replaced his coffee with tea.

If not for her cunning mind, such a considerate young woman would indeed make a good partner. Unfortunately, everything was just a show. Besides, he had already married Jasmine Burton. Marriage wasn't a child's play.

When he realized he was sympathizing with

Catherine again, the gentle expression on his face immediately turned rigid as he shouted coldly, "Catherine Green!"

"What's the matter?" Catherine opened the door

and asked.

"Make me a cup of tea!" He pointed at the mug and demanded with a serious look.

"No. Making tea for you isn't written in the agreement," Catherine replied as she quietly observed his feet. They seemed to be fine.

"To increase the investment for Alan is in that contract, right? So do you want me to cancel it? If I take it back, your father will face the same consequences as two years ago."

"Why do you need to increase your investment in my dad's company? Wasn't the problem solved a

long time ago?" Catherine inquired strangely.

"You have to ask your father. He is such a 'great' businessman. I reckon you'll need to serve me for the rest of your life, Miss Walker." After getting his words out, he pointed at the mug again. Catherine reluctantly walked towards the desk, but just as her hands touched the mug, Ryan pulled her down to force her to sit on his lap.

"Listen! You have to bring me water, cook for me, give me your body, and do everything I want you to do. If you dare to disobey and challenge me, I'll make his company pay the price! I won't say it again," he warned gently beside her ear. He wasn't going to base their relationship on any agreement anymore. This was a cruel society. Since she asked him for help, she didn't have the choice to make the rules.