My Bossy CEO Husband

Far away, Wendy stood under the street lamp, its orange light bathing her.

 She wore a hat and scarf that covered the entirety of her face apart from her eyes.

As for her clothes, she was wearing a_ khaki i windbreaker that accentuated the shape of her waist and a pair of black boots.

It was the same outfit that she had worn when she left this morning.

Although her clothes might have looked plain, she still managed to attract attention wherever she passed by.

There was a night market not far away.

Although it was already dark, there were still many stalls and guests.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Precious shouted, but it seemed to be to no avail as her cries were drowned out by the murmurs of the crowd.

Wendy couldn't hear her at all.

When she saw that Wendy was oblivious to her cries, Precious pouted and made a sad face.

But before she continued to call for Wendy once more, she spotted her talking to a person beside her.

"Eh...Who is that man?" Precious pointed towards her direction and asked.

Ryan squinted and saw Wendy with another man.

The man was tall, and his face was heavily covered by a hat, sunglasses, and a mask.

It was impossible to identify him based on his appearance.

He was wearing a khaki flying jacket, a pair of worn jeans, and a pair of black canvas shoes.

The color of his clothes matched Wendy's, making them look like a couple.Ryan narrowed his eyes.

‘What should I do?’ An urge to grab this man by the collar and beat him mercilessly began to swell inside him.

However, he had to admit that although Wendy's and the man's faces were heavily concealed, watching them together walking side by side felt harmonious.

He began to recall something that Wendy had said about her standards for choosing a boyfriend.

She wanted a boyfriend about the same age and had the same interests as her.

The urge to beat up this man further intensified.

As they walked side by side, the man put one hand in his pocket, and the other was behind her, serving as a barricade to prevent other people from touching her.

He seemed to be a very considerate man.

Under the hat, a few strands of the man's green hair were protruding, which made it easy for Ryan to recognize him.

‘Jeffrey! How dare you!’ Ryan gripped the steering wheel harder.

"Dad, that man looks very familiar..."

"Yeah.You know him."

"Eh?"

Precious was confused.

"That's your cousin, Bruce!"

up.She was about to wave and greet them, but Ryan quickly rolled up the

"Dad..."

"Wait a minute!"

"Okay."

another sad face as she

Ryan stared straight ahead.

Wendy and Jeffrey got closer to them, their expressions became even more visible.Jeffrey said something to Wendy, which made her laugh a

started to

this, Precious began to tremble in

God! Dad's smile is so scary! As they walked through the crowd, Jeffrey and Wendy didn't

a while, Wendy got in

the key in the ignition, and the

fasten your

"Okay!"

click on Precious’ seat belt, Ryan pressed his foot down on the pedal

of work hours, there was no

followed the car and kept

then finally stopped at a

Western restaurant located

was a very popular place,

a

Ryan squinted his eyes

aback as soon as

was steak, significantly different from the steak offered by

was said that this restaurant's beef came straight from their very own

own room covered in carpet and had a special staff tasked specifically to

the beef that came from those cows turned out to be fresh and smooth,

the beef here

steak would reach up to one thousand dollars! Wendy couldn't imagine how high their bill would be if they ate dinner here, considering they

only heard of this place but had

she hesitated to go inside and

sure you want

and

said, "But I don't have money!

already told you that I'll treat

what Wendy

a deep breath, she raised her head and

as she lifted her foot, Jeffrey

"Ouch!"

She almost fell down.

What's wrong

silently stretched out

"What are you doing?"

go inside arm in

of Wendy's

really necessary to be this formal and grand?’

look on Jeffrey's face, she rolled her eyes and

gracefully as a