My Bossy CEO Husband

Wendy was preparing a meal in the kitchen.

She was unaware that the two children had already devised a plot of vengeance for her.

To give back her a sense of shape, she loosened her apron and started bringing the dishes to the dining table when a man from behind took over.

His fingers were long, healthy-looking, with properly shaped bones, and their ends were cut and well-kept, looking like sculpted digits.

Without speaking, he put the dishes on the table one by one.

"What are you doing here? When did you come?"

Nervousness overtook her again upon seeing Ryan.

He responded, "You don't want me in this house?"

Wendy could not rebut because she had no idea what to say.

How dared she say that she didn't welcome him?! She was just his employee! Wendy forced a smile to conceal her embarrassment.

"Of course you are welcome here! Very much welcome!"

"That's all right then! It's good to hear from you."

Dishes clutched in her lap, Wendy attentively followed behind him to the dining table and set the plates down.

Ryan and Luke were already in place, as earlier they both sat on the seats.

Wendy was at a loss for words when she initially witnessed this scene.

It was as if they were considering it as their own home.

"I'll fetch the children so they can also have dinner."

Fetch the kids for dinner...There was a distinct impression as if he was listening to a wife speaking to her husband.

Having to hear this, Ryan brightened up instantly.

He nodded and said, "All right.Go ahead!"

Wendy bolted from the room as soon as he finished responding.

‘Oh my goodness!’ She was absolutely terrified that her heart would stop when she was with Ryan, who was constantly having a cold aura.

It was extremely uneasy and challenging! She reached the area where the children were and told them to join her and Ryan for dinner.

Wendy made an effort to eat quietly, lowering her head over her plate and not saying anything until the food was finished.

She knew that Ryan's eyes were always piercing into her, and each time they landed on her, she got too scared to even chew her food.

This meal was an utter agony for her.

After they had finished eating, Luke started his nightly duties of cleaning automatically, against his will.

"Daddy, you look worn out.Are you feeling under the weather?"

Upon hearing Precious’ voice, Wendy looked up and noticed Ryan with a bad complexion that looked as though he was in poor health.

When they returned, it was almost completely dark.

As it was light outside, the car’s headlights did not come across until it was fully backed into the garage.

Moreover, his aura was so overwhelming that she couldn't dare even to turn her head in his direction.

surprised to find that

no emotion, his eyes

under-eye circles were noticeable, and his

bit distressed.He furrowed his brow and rubbed his temple with

"Boss......"

are off duty, you need

what you want.What's the matter with

"Nothing!"

in his speech as he

astounded by such a reply, she

didn't get enough rest last night

conceal his discomfort with Precious

an anxious expression

fine, no need to

Take a look at your face! Your

girl loudly yelled at

my dad not been able to sleep

know what, dear, it has been for several days

craned his neck to glance at

"As far as I'm aware, he's been having more frequent problems with his sleep ever since he slept for twelve hours in one stretch last time.That has been difficult for him, as he has only slept for two hours over the

uncle's revelation,

to worry, dear.Daddy

hide the truth

frowned and ran away, shedding tears

ran

well to see where they were

up the steps

dark corner, brushing

help.Stop crying!

Precious couldn't help but burst

sat on the ground and

I am already pitiful.What's

What did she mean by "dying"?!

you on to, Precious? How could your father die? He is in good

attempted to calm herself with

to recount the whole

her less-than-voluminous narration that Wendy

discovered that Ryan was suffering from chronic

had been fifteen years since he was diagnosed as having

use of a sleeping pill or alcohol to

over time, his body's tolerance for both alcohol and

the effects of these lost their grip

rely on

mounted a

were unable to gain his trust,

grew up alongside him, learned

Ryan in falling asleep, but

Ryan's level of sleep problems increased over

past several years, he was able to sleep for no more than four hours a

he didn't get enough sleep, he quickly became increasingly frustrated,

it mildly, this was not the most

to that, the most serious concern

edge because of the long-term insomnia and the intense work schedule had been

times that he would be dead at any moment if

want to be alone.I do not wish for