That night, Ryan didn't take Wendy and Precious to the hospital.
Instead, he directly back to Ensfield.
The butler rushed out to meet them as soon as the car screeched to a halt.
"Good evening, sir!"
"Good evening," Ryan replied as he got out of the driver seat and went around the car.
He opened the door of the passenger seat and picked up Wendy in his arms.
"Take Precious to her bedroom."
"Understood."
It wasn't until he was given the order that the butler noticed the little girl lying in the back seat of the car.
The road had been bumpy.The coat that had been covering Precious had dropped to the floor at some
point, and the girl looked cold.She shivered a little.
The butler turned back to Ryan to ask something, only to find that the latter already striding into the
house.
He was visibly careful as he carried Wendy inside, and not once did he look back.
The butler sighed to himself.
‘Is Precious really your biological daughter?’ He crouched into the car to retrieve the girl and took her
upstairs as he was ordered.
As for Ryan, he went straight into his bedroom, Wendy still snug in his arms.
Clap! He flicked the switch and the room immediately lit up.
He hadn't come back here for a long time, but it was still the same as it had been since he had left.
And since Wendy had stayed in this place for quite some time, some of her belongings were naturally
littered around the room.
Ryan liked it this way; they made his bedroom look more alive and less dull.
A glimmer of emotion flashed in his eyes.
He padded over to the large, gray bed and put Wendy down gently on the bed.Then he sat down
beside her and deftly took off her shoes.
The moment Wendy landed on the mattress, she turned over and made herself comfortable.
Barely a second later, and she was sleeping soundly on her side, oblivious to the rest of the world.
Ryan gazed down at her with a tender expression.
"At least you behaved well this time," he murmured in a pleased tone.
He was very satisfied with the quick but quiet way he had gotten rid of a potential love rival.He reached
over and tucked Wendy in before heading to the bathroom to wash up.He changed into pajamas, dried
his hair, and walked back into the bedroom.
Wendy was still fast asleep, and she still held the same position as before.
Ryan raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.
Wendy used to be so restless in her sleep, but she looked so calm and peaceful tonight.He went back
to the bathroom and fetched a basin of warm water to wipe her cheeks and feet.His ministrations
seemed to give her some discomfort.
Wendy frowned, kicked at him, and rolled over to keep some distance between them.
Ryan smirked, amused by her reaction.
"It's hot!" she whined after a while.
Before he knew it, Wendy was fidgeting again.Her eyes remained closed as she grabbed the collar of
her sweater and pulled at it.Her face was flushed.
"It's so hot," she muttered again.
Wendy was wearing a turtleneck sweater and a pair of black, skinny jeans.
The temperature in the room was perfectly suitable under normal circumstances, but she wasn't
dressed for indoor comfort.
Already, her forehead was beaded with sweat.
"Wendy?" Wendy grimaced, her eyes still shut, and continued to pull at her collar.
"Take it off!" she said irritably.
Ryan could only blink at her, lost and speechless.
Of course, he knew it would be really uncomfortable for anyone to sleep in such a thick sweater.
Thankfully, Ryan remembered that Wendy still had pajamas left in the wardrobe.
Pretty soon, he found a pair of long-sleeved pajamas with cartoon patterns all over them.
He hesitated for a moment and glanced at Wendy, who was thrashing weakly on the bed and
murmuring her complaints.
He walked back to the bed and just stood over her, unsure of what to do next.
"I feel so hot..."
Gritting his teeth, Ryan bent over her and tried shaking her shoulder.
"Wendy? Wake up!"
Wendy mumbled something unintelligible, but didn't open her eyes.
For the next few seconds, Ryan just stood there, debating on one of the most difficult decisions he ever
had to make.
Then, he finally reached out and grabbed the hem of Wendy's sweater.He knew he could simply go
downstairs and ask the maid for help with this, but he didn't want to.
Wendy belonged to him, and him alone.
No one else was allowed to see her body, Not even another woman.
Ryan caught himself at the last moment, just before his desires for Wendy reached their peak.He
closed his eyes and quickly took off her sweater.
Naturally, his fingers brushed against her smooth and supple flesh in the process.
It felt like an electric current coursed through his veins at the moment of contact, and his fingers
trembled ever so slightly.
He found himself regretting his actions.
‘l must have been crazy to even think about changing her clothes!"
It was self-inflicted torture, pure and simple.
Wendy kept squirming and writhing under him, which only made him stiff.He wanted to run back to the
shower and let jets of ice-cold water calm him down.
"Don't move!" he said in a commanding voice, his eyes still tightly shut.
Wendy groaned with discontent, but she complied and stayed still.
Ryan breathed a sigh of relief.She was wearing a bra beneath her sweater, but he didn't dare take it off
for her.
He hurriedly slipped her into her pajamas before he lost control of himself.
Only after she was fully dressed did he finally open his eyes.
The whole ordeal had taken him more than ten minutes.
It was a chilly autumn night, but now, Ryan I was sweating all over his body.He wiped his face and
neck, but he still felt hot.
Not wanting to torture himself any further, he tossed Wendy back to bed.
Thump!
Wendy bumped into the headboard with a muffled sound.He must have been a lot more forceful than
he had thought.
Ryan leaned over in alarm.He was just about to check on her when she groaned and sat up
abruptly.His heart thundered violently inside his chest.
"Hmm...It hurts!"
Wendy covered her head with her hands and opened her eyes.
Their gazes met.
Ryan's heart skipped a beat.But he managed to compose himself before Wendy could say anything.
"You are drunk,"he explained, pretending to be calm.
"I was just helping you change your clothes."Wendy blinked.
She looked like she understood, but her eyes were still somewhat glazed.Ryan's heart softened.
"Wendy?"
The next thing he knew, her face was crumpled in a grimace once again.Then, her hands went beneath
her pajamas, behind her back, and...
Ryan's jaw clenched as he watched her in amazement.
She had taken off her bra without even removing her pajamas! To say that he was shocked would be
an understatement.
‘Unbelievable! Before he could even regain his senses” Wendy pulled back her arm and threw the bra
to the carpet.
She looked like she had been freed from her shackles, and her face broke into a gratified smile.
"Ah, it finally feels good!"
Wendy stretched and raised her head.She spotted Ryan and froze for a moment before her eyes lit up.
Without any warning, she then pounced on him like a hungry wolf that had found its prey.
Afraid that she might fall right off the bed, Ryan didn't dodge her assault.He was in her clutches in a
matter of seconds.
"Wow, what a handsome man!" she exclaimed, hugging him tightly.
Ryan silently chided himself for praising her earlier.
‘I spoke too soon when I called her well-behaved"
"Hmm? You look a little familiar, young man..."
He lowered his head, and tilted hers to mimic his angle.
She took his face in her hands and gazed at him intently.
"Well, who do you remind me of? Let me have a closer look.Ah! I know!"
Ryan sighed in relief.
‘This isn't so bad.She's not so drunk that she couldn't recognize me"
Then, to his utter bewilderment, Wendy sat back on her heels and began shaking happily from side to
side.
Her eyes were twinkling with excitement, and he found himself getting lost in their depths.
"Young man, why do you look so much like my future husband?" Wendy asked out of the blue, her lips
curved into a cheeky grin.
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