A Bird in the Cage

Chapter 22

Chapter 22 I Want to Expose Your True Colors

“I should do a voice recording and play it for Jas so she can see your true colors.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Sure, baby. I’ll go along with you.” After that, he picked her up bridal style and strode towards the

bedroom.

“Put me down! Don’t touch me when we’re out of bed!”

“You wish!”

No matter how hard she kicked him, he didn’t stop. After laying her on the bed, Ryan fished out his

phone from his pocket and unlocked it.

“I’ve turned on the recording for you. I’ll say whatever you want me to say. Send it to her after

recording.”

“What…” Catherine didn’t expect him to be so shameless. Was he doing it on purpose because he

knew that she wouldn’t do it?(This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com) Holding her

patience, she knew she shouldn’t be irritated by his words. She had to calm down.

After taking a few deep breaths, she felt better. When she spoke again, her tone was calm.

“Aren’t you afraid that Jas will know about our relationship? Aren’t you afraid she’ll see that you’re a

hypocrite and will hate you and leave you?”

“If Jasmine is as rash as you, how can she be my wife? Believe me, her tolerance is way greater than

you think. Even if she knows about our relationship, she’ll persuade you to be my second wife. If you

don’t believe me, I can give her a call

right now.”

“That’s impossible! Jas always dreamed of a romantic love story ever since she was young. She’ll

never forgive you if she knows your secret,” Catherine rebutted.

“Seems like you don’t believe me. Let me prove it to you.”

Almost instantly, Ryan scrolled through his contacts for the name “Wifey” and pressed the call button.

“No, wait! Don’t do it!” Catherine panicked. She pulled his arm, but it was already too late.

Jasmine’s cheery voice came from the other side of the line. “Hubby!”

“Jas, I have an…” Ryan spoke, but he didn’t finish his sentence.

Taking a glance at Catherine, he saw her shaking her head furiously. Her pleading face seemed to beg

him not to tell Jasmine about their relationship.

The look in her eyes was pitiful. She grabbed onto him with her frail arms that were trembling hard.

Tears were pooling in the corner of her eyes and were threatening to fall out anytime soon.

“Are you outside? Are you coming back for dinner?” Jasmine asked.

“…” Ryan merely uttered one word, but Catherine already shut her eyes in despair. (This novel will be

daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)Tears rolled down her cheeks that very moment because from now

on, her best friend would hate her forever. She was in hell.

To be frank, Ryan didn’t intend to tell Jas at all. He was just trying to scare Catherine. Seeing how

terrified she was, he changed his mind and

smirked.

“I won’t go back for dinner. I’ll have dinner at my friend’s house. Bye, honey!” he replied softly.

“Okay, bye hubby,” Jasmine said sweetly and hung up the phone.

Catherine heaved a sigh of relief. Letting go of his arm, she slumped down into the bed, clearly looking

exhausted, as if she had fought in a battle.

“Remember, you owe me a favor. You’d better not go against my will next time. Otherwise, you would

definitely regret it.” Ryan threw his phone aside and bent down to look at her face to face.

“Listen, I’ll always be in control of you. You’ll never be able to defeat me.” He leaned over and pinched

her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes as he uttered those words haughtily.

“Maria said you’ve gave her a day off, so I told her to go back home. You should cook for me since you

sent her off. Get up now. Stop pretending to be dead.”

As he sat on the edge of the bed, he tried to look for something to say. (This novel will be daily updtaed

at www.noveljar.com) Truthfully, he had already eaten, but when they were in bed earlier, he heard her

stomach growling, so he suspected that she hadn’t eaten yet. Catherine ignored him, keeping her eyes

shut and pretending to be asleep. Did he just ask her to cook for him? Well, she used to try all sorts of

recipes just to get along well with him in the past.