Bride of the Mysterious CEO

Chapter 15

Chapter 15 You Are My Wife

Ryan let Elena cry on his shoulder. He did not ask why. Since she did not want to tell him, he wouldn’t ask but he would investigate privately.

Xavier quietly drove the car. Only Elena’s soft crying was left in the car.

After an unknown amount of time, Elena was probably tired from crying. She actually fell asleep on Ryan’s shoulder.

Ryan held Elena’s shoulder with one hand and let her lean on him. This way, she could sleep more comfortably.

After that, Ryan took out his phone with his right hand and dialed Mrs. Baker’s number.

“Young Master, I was just about to call you. Madam hasn’t returned yet. She has been out for the whole afternoon.” After the call connected, Mrs. Baker’s anxious voice immediately sounded.

1/ Onlinenovelbook.com - 500×300 - 1

Ryan looked at the woman who was sleeping soundly in his arms and said coldly. “She is with me.”

“Really? Then I’m relieved.” Mrs. Baker let out a breath. She thought that something had happened and Elena left in a hurry.

“What happened to her today?” His tone was still cold.

“Young mistress received a call and left hurriedly. When young mistress was on the call, she seemed to have mentioned Ms. Amara’s name. It was probably young mistress’s cousin who asked her out.”

Mrs. Baker told Ryan everything she knew and Ryan could roughly guess what happened to Elena.

“I know.” Ryan hung up the phone.

The person in his arms was still sleeping soundly. His eyes were deep. He looked at Xavier who was driving and said, “When will Mason come back?”

“He should be back tonight.” Xavier thought for a moment. “The project that Mason talked about abroad has ended. Do I need to send someone to get in touch with him?”

“About today’s matter, I will find some time to have a good chat with Mason.” Although Ryan’s tone was cold, his voice was very low as he was afraid of disturbing Elena’s sleep.

Elena didn’t notice at all. She breathed lightly and there were still tears that had yet to dry at the corner of her eyes.

Her quiet appearance made Ryan’s heart soften. He quietly looked at her small face. Her long eyelashes were like a small fan, casting a small shadow on her face.

She was sleeping soundly but her hands were still tightly holding onto his cloths. It could be seen that even in her sleep, she didn’t have much scene of security. This made his heart ache.

“Young Master, the makeup artists has already arrived at the villa. Do you think we still need to go to gala today?”

Xavier carefully reminded him that today’s gala was very important. Many people there would do their best for charity. This gala would help him build up his reputation and connection. Such an opportunity could not be casually wasted.

Ryan lowered his head and looked at Elena. He said softly, “If she wakes up, she will go with me. If she doesn’t wake up then I will go by myself.”

He originally wanted to bring her to see a surprise. But he didn’t expect that he would see the panic- stricken on the way and almost gave him a scare.

The car stopped at the villa’s door. Xavier got off the car and reminded, “You better wake Young mistress up.” Elena fell asleep like this. Neither of them could get out of the car.

Ryan did not wake her up. He gently carried her to the car door. Xavier brought the wheelchair over. He carefully propped himself up and sat in the wheelchair. Just like that he carried Elena into the villa.

Mrs. Baker saw them coming back and quickly came out. When she saw Elena and Ryan together, she let out a sigh of relief in her heart and said, “Young master, dinner is ready.”

“You can put away the dinner first. When she wakes up later, you can call her downstairs for dinner.”

Back in the bedroom, Ryan carefully put Elena on the bed. He saw that she was still holding onto his cloths, so he could only take off his coat and gently cover Elena.

He sighed and just as he was about to turn around the wheelchair and walk out, he saw Elena open her eyes.

“Am I asleep?” Elena’s voice was a little hoarse, probably because she cried too loudly in the car and fell asleep for a while.

“If you are tired, then continue sleeping. Wait until you are awake before going downstairs to eat.” Ryan gently patted Elena. He planned to let her continue sleeping.

“I am not going to sleep.” Elena shook her head and sat up from the bed. “You didn’t eat either, did you? I have caused you trouble again today.”

Elena had an apologetic look on her face. She did not expect her emotions to go out of control. If possible, she hoped that Ryan would not see her embarrassment.

“What are you talking about? We are husband and wife.”

Ryan had no concept of family in the past. In his impression, the Monor family was full of intrigue and intrigue. There had never been any familial love in the Monor family.

Husband and wife, family, only after truly understanding the meaning of these words could one understand what kind of warmth it was.

Elena pushed Ryan downstairs and Mrs. Baker had already heated up the food.

“Young Mistress, you are awake?”

“Yes.”

She did not speak much but Mrs. Baker could hear her hoarse voice. Mrs. Baker looked into the fridge and said, “Young mistress, let me make you a serving of ice sugar stewing pears. It’s good for the throat.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Baker.”

Elena sat across from the dining table. She hesitated for a moment but still decided to tell Ryan about the matter.

“The card you gave me last time, I took it to the hospital.” She carefully looked at Ryan’s face. She seemed to be afraid that he would get angry. She said, “I was afraid that my mother’s medical expenses would be stopped by Lewis family again, so I used that card to pay for the medical expenses.”

Ryan did not care at all and said, “As long as you like it.”

Elena was stunned. She thought that Ryan would say something, but she did not expect him to have such a reaction.

“Ryan.”

“Hmm.” He raise his head and his smile was as warm as a jade.

“Why are you so good to me?”

Ryan suddenly smiled. He looked at her gently and said, “Because you are my wife.”

You are my wife. Other than being good to you, who else can I be good to? This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.