‘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.
It was so delicious that she had drunk several glasses of the stuff.
When she tried to remember what had happened next, her head throbbed sharply.
The details turned hazy, and she couldn't make out anything at all.
‘Was it because I was drunk that Jeffrey left me to Ryan? Damn it! And he calls himself my friend?
Damn it all to hell! I'm going to beat him up the next time I see him"
She still had work to do in the set at eight o'clock this morning.
Despite her splitting headache, Wendy quickly got out of bed.She only managed to pull back the covers
before she was frozen in shock once again.She was wearing the pajamas she had left in this place.
Not that she had any problems with the pajamas, but who could have possibly changed her clothes?
Wendy slapped her forehead for worrying like an idiot.
"It must be one of the maids! Ryan employs so many maids."
She shook her head wryly, chiding herself for almost jumping into wild presumptions.
Wendy jumped out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to wash up.
Fortunately, all her things were still there.
But the clothes she had been wearing the day before were nowhere to be found.
She was still looking for them when the door to the bedroom opened.
Wendy looked up to see Ryan saunter into the room.He was clad in sportswear and a thin sheen of
sweat covered his forehead.His hair looked ruffled and messy.
He must have just come back from his morning workout.
"You're awake," he remarked lightly.
"Yes!" Wendy replied, her voice a little too loud due to her embarrassment.
"Well...last night..."
"You were drunk.Since my place is close to the restaurant, I decided to take you back here to rest."
"Oh, okay! I see.Of course." Wendy rubbed her nose consciously.
"Thank you."
This time, she sounded shy and perhaps a tad too polite.Ryan frowned.
Compared to this formal and seemingly detached version, he liked Wendy more when she was drunk
and uninhibited.
Then they lapsed into an awkward silence.
After a moment, Ryan strode to the side and pulled the curtains open.
Light immediately flooded the room.
"Precious is waiting for you downstairs.She wants to have breakfast with you."
"Okay.By the way, Ryan, if this happens again, you can just put me in the guest room."
Ryan countered with a frown, "Do you intend for this to happen again?"
Wendy instantly regretted her words.She probably wasn't completely sober yet.
Thankfully, Ryan didn't press any further.
"Go change your clothes and have some breakfast."
"About that, I was just looking for my clothes from last night."
"Ah, a servant has taken them for laundry."
‘What? Then what am I supposed to wear?’ As if reading her mind, Ryan walked over and opened the
wardrobe.
"There are clothes inside.You can choose whatever you want, help yourself.I'm going to take a
shower."
"Okay."
She knew that the wardrobe was filled with clothes he had especially prepared for her before, with the
intention to buy her off.
But it was summer at that time, so the most of the clothes were light dresses and skirts.It was autumn
now.
To Wendy's surprise, she found that everything had been changed into autumn wear.
And they were all luxury brands.
She stood in the midst of all the clothes, amazed and at a loss for words.
In the end, she settled for a simple knitted dress and a black overcoat, which looked plain compared to
the rest of the clothes in the rack.
Ryan had already gone downstairs.
Unwilling to make them wait, Wendy quickly dressed and walked out of the bedroom.
"Good morning, Mommy!"
Precious greeted happily when she spotted Wendy come downstairs.
"Good morning!" Wendy seated herself.
"How are you feeling today?" The little girl nodded eagerly.
"I feel good.I feel really good!"
‘That's great then" Wendy nodded in relief.
The cook had prepared a simple Western breakfast for them.
Each of them had a ham sandwich, two fried eggs, and a glass of warm milk.
Wendy had an extra bowl of black soup.
"What's this?" she asked curiously.
Precious took a sip of milk before answering in a sweet voice.
"It's soup to help you with your hangover.Daddy asked the cook to prepare it for you.He said you drank
a lot last night, so you might feel uncomfortable this morning.Quick, Mommy! Go ahead and drink it."
Wendy did have a headache.She picked up the bowl and took a sip.
The soup was a little sweet, but it tasted very good.
"Thank you for this."
"You're welcome," Ryan said.
"Anyway, I've asked the doctor about Ray's condition.Everything is fine."
Wendy heaved a long sigh of relief.She wouldn't be expecting anything else for now.She could be at
ease knowing that Raymond was fine.
"Thank you!" she said again.
"It's my pleasure."
Despite their words, the atmosphere between Ryan and Wendy was cold.
Precious bit into her sandwich and rolled her eyes.
‘Alas! Daddy is too unreliable! How can Mommy become my legal guardian at this rate? Bruce is event
trying to steal my Mommy away.Humph! That shameless guy.Mommy is his uncle's woman, but he
wants to woo her.He has gone too far! I have to do something about this.Mommy is so beautiful and
charming.What if she gets taken away by someone else?’
The girl was lost in her thoughts as she munched on her sandwich.She had to find a way to fix
things.She would never be at peace until Ryan married Wendy.
"Well...What can I possibly do? Precious racked her brains for ideas, but couldn't find a way.” She
sighed slightly.
‘Alas! If only Ray woke up.He is so smart, I'm sure he could come up with something in no time"
As she thought of this, she screamed inwardly, ‘Ray! You must wake up soon! I need you"
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