My Bossy CEO Husband

‘The most handsome man in the world?" Ryan's face turning cold.

Wendy's ex-boyfriend came to mind—the one who had taught her how to defend herself in times of danger.His eyes flashed ominously.

"Is he more handsome than me?" he asked as he put Wendy on the bed.

Wendy stared at his face in silence for a long moment, seemingly in a dilemma.She began nibbling her fingers as she pondered the matter seriously.

It was obvious she was torn about her answer.

‘Is it really so difficult for you to answer?’ Ryan's expression turned even darker.

A wave of jealousy washed over him.Then, Wendy let out a long yawn.

"Ah, I'm so sleepy," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"Wendy!" Ryan had no intention of letting this matter go.

"You are so noisy!" Wendy complained with a scowl.

For the first time in his life, someone was calling him out for being noisy.

The corner of his lips twitched.

Ryan opened his mouth to say something, but Wendy was already lying back on the bed, yawning and stretching as she settled in a comfortable position.

"I'm so sleepy. I need to get some rest now."

No sooner had she said this than her breathing slowed and became even.She was fast asleep.

Ryan could only watch as she descended into dreamland.He was quite upset that he never got the answer that he wanted.He heaved a sigh before pulling the quilt over her.Then he turned off the light and lay beside her.

‘Who the hell is this ex-boyfriend of hers?’ He still couldn't let the question go.

The next day, Wendy woke up at half past six.She opened her eyes to a very familiar ceiling.

The sight stunned her, and for a second, she could do nothing more than stare.

‘Where am I?' She turned her head to survey her surroundings, her terror escalating as she slowly registered the room she was in.

Wendy sat up, her movement so abrupt that her head spun.

She groaned and leaned back at the headboard.

‘Damn this hangover! I hate this feeling! But why am I in Ensfield? And what am I doing in Ryan's bedroom?’ She brought her hands to her head, pressed her fingers to her temples, and tried to recall everything that had happened.She remembered going out to have dinner with Jeffrey after work last night.

But then she ran into Ryan and Precious at the restaurant, and they ended up sitting together for dinner.

And she remembered the wine.

delicious that she had

had

hazy, and she couldn't make

calls himself my friend? Damn it all

work to do in the set at eight o'clock this

got out of bed.She only managed to pull back the covers before she

that she had any problems with the pajamas, but who could have possibly changed her clothes? Wendy slapped her forehead

the maids!

chiding herself for almost jumping into

the bed and headed to the

her things

wearing the

was still looking for them when

Ryan saunter into the room.He was clad in sportswear and a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead.His hair looked

have just come back from

he remarked

voice a little too loud

"Well...last night..."

my place is close to the restaurant,

course." Wendy rubbed her nose

"Thank you."

and perhaps a tad

this formal and seemingly detached version, he liked Wendy more when

they lapsed into

strode to the side

flooded

downstairs.She wants to

this happens again, you can just put me in the guest

"Do you

instantly regretted her words.She probably wasn't

didn't press any

your clothes

that, I was just looking for my clothes from last

servant has taken them for

what am I supposed to wear?’ As if reading her mind, Ryan walked over and opened the

clothes inside.You can choose whatever you want, help yourself.I'm

"Okay."

knew that the wardrobe was filled with clothes he had especially prepared for her before, with the

so the most of

surprise, she found that everything had been changed

they were

of all the clothes,

settled for a simple knitted dress and a black overcoat, which looked plain compared to the rest