My Bossy CEO Husband

"The one who taught you self-defense skills?" Ryan asked.
"Why do you ask?" Wendy rolled her eyes.
"Is he from America?"
"No, he's from our country." Wendy was stunned.
That man had not contacted her ever since she had returned. It was strange.
Moreover, the last time when Ray had been in trouble, she had used Ryan's phone to call him, but he had not answered.She
figured that something must be wrong.
Logically, he should have heard about what had happened to her since she was quite famous.
And yet, he had not contacted her.
Wendy could not help but shiver thinking about it.
‘Shit! What the hell is he planning to do?’ Ryan narrowed his eyes at her.
‘How dare she think of another man in front of me?’ He was filled with anger.
He pressed her knee gently as a punishment.
"Ouch!" Wendy cried out in pain.
"Sorry.My mistake."
‘Damn it! She was almost about to curse him.
"Good night,"
Ryan said with a sullen look in his eyes.
With her hand over her belly, Wendy asked, "Didn't you say that you wanted to talk?"
"It's past one o'clock in the morning.Time to sleep."

"Alright."
Wendy closed her eyes.
"You can leave now."
She waited for a long time, but did not hear a sound.
When she opened her eyes in a daze, she saw Ryan staring at her.She yawned and asked, "What's the matter?"
"This is my room," he answered flatly.
Wendy was startled when she heard that.
It was indeed his room.She completely forgot that she was in his room.She gave him an awkward smile.She tried to get up from
his bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes, Ryan placed his hand on her shoulder to stop her.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm leaving."
"To where?"
"I'll go get another room."
With narrowed eyes, Ryan forced her to lie down on the bed.
"How can you go to another room in your state? Just sleep here!"
"But what about you?"
"I will sleep on the couch." The couch was not big.
It was only four feet long while Ryan was six feet tall.He was unable to sleep comfortably on the couch, which made him look
pitiful.
Moreover, it was a cold autumn night.
And the spare blanket in their room was already in use.

If it weren't for Ryan, Wendy might have fainted because of the pain.
Besides, he had been busy taking care of her since 10 p.m., and now, it was already past one in the morning.
Even after helping her so much, he was sleeping on the couch.
And that made Wendy feel guilty.
Biting her lip, she suggested, "How about...you sleep in the bed with me?"
"Okay!"
Ryan agreed without hesitation.Upon hearing his immediately reply, Wendy felt as though he had been waiting for her to say
that.
‘Never mind! lam on my period, so there is nothing to worry about.’ Thinking that, she moved aside.
Ryan turned off the lights and lied down on the bed.
Since it was not the first time for them to sleep in the same bed, it was not awkward for them.
"Good night."
"Good night."
Ryan turned off the bedside lamp.
Darkness covered the room.
Wendy had been tired and sleepy for a long time now, but she couldn't fall asleep because of her pain.
Ryan was lying next to her, and she was able to hear his strong heartbeat clearly.
Pit-a-pat! Pit-a-pat! Pit-a-pat! To her, his heartbeat was like a lullaby, and she felt sleepy listening to it.
She let out a yawn, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.Later that night, a strong gust of wind blew, and there was a sound of heavy
rain outside.It rained all night and didn't stop until the next morning.
And because of that, the temperature dropped sharply.

Early in the morning, Wendy woke up due to Carter's call.
Most of the scenes of the Story of Concubine Ivanka was to be shot in a real palace.
But since it was raining, Carter changed the plans and decided to shoot the rain scenes first.
And due to the change of plans, Wendy was able to get another day to rest.
"Wendy, rest well and come back to the crew tomorrow."
"Okay.Thank you, Carter," she answered politely.
She was surprised and pleased.
The dull pain in her belly and knees was still there.She had been worried that it might affect the shoot, but then, the rain came on
time to save her.
Ryan sat on the edge of the bed.His eyes lit up when he saw her smile.
Ryan had woken up much before she had.He was wearing a gray casual sweater and a light-colored pair of trousers.He was
reading with a book in his hand.
Seeing that Wendy was awake, he put down the book and asked, "Do you want help getting up?"
"I'm still sleepy..."
Wendy rubbed her eyes as she looked at her phone.It was only six o'clock in the morning.
She hadn't slept well for two nights in a row, so she did not feel like getting up yet.
The rain continued to pour outside the window.
"Is it still raining?" she asked.
"Yes," Ryan answered before he drew back the curtains.
Usually, it would be bright and sunny outside at that time of the year, but now, the sky was gray and rain was pouring
continuously.

Wendy stuck out her head, but the moment she felt the cold, she snuggled back into the blanket again.lt was freezing.
Suddenly, she felt a warm hot-water bag under her blanket.She grabbed it and put it on her lower abdomen.
Ryan put a set of thick pajamas on the bedside table.
"Put them on, go brush your teeth, and wash your face while I go downstairs and get you some breakfast.You can sleep after
having breakfast," he said softly.
"The pajamas..."
"I asked someone to get them," Ryan replied.
It was six in the morning.
Although he had woken up so early, she had not heard him at all.
Wendy could not tell if it was because she was sleeping too soundly or because she trusted him that much.
Thinking of that, she blushed.
"Can you do it yourself?" Ryan asked in a concerned voice.
"Sure!"
After getting an affirmative answer from her, he walked downstairs.
In the dining room on the first floor, there was a buffet, and all the guests were provided with breakfast tickets.
There were various kinds of foods for the customers to choose from.
Ryan picked up a bowl of cereal for Wendy.
After thinking for a while, he also took several soup dumplings.He had come there early so there weren't many people at the
dining hall.
After picking up some food, Ryan gave the cook some ginger and brown sugar and ask him to prepare some soup.He then found
lunch boxes to pack all the food before he walked upstairs.

Odette was sitting in a corner, dressed in a cashmere overcoat.
When she saw Ryan, her hands trembled and she almost dropped her chopsticks on the table.
Taking off her sunglasses, she asked excitedly, "Mary, is that man Mr.Oliver?"
Mary also turned to look at him.
However, she was not sure.She had only seen him a few times.
Every time she met him, he had been well dressed in tailored suits and shiny shoes.
Although he looked exactly like Ryan, his temperament seemed different.He was wearing a casual sweater and a pair of beige
trousers.He had a gentle expression, which was unlike the cold-faced Ryan she remembered.
"Odette, I...don't know."
"No, I can't be mistaken.He must be Mr.Oliver.Why is he here though?"
Thinking of something, Odette blushed.
"Mary, does Mr.Oliver stay in this hotel because of me?"