My Bratty Wife
Chapter 166 - Hundred And Sixty Six

Chapter 166: Chapter Hundred And Sixty Six

Ummm," Suzy murmured in her sleep, shifting slightly in her chair. The figure standing beside her paused, his movements becoming even more cautious, determined not to wake her. His eyes, however, were drawn to the papers scattered across her desk, the documents she had been working on before falling asleep. He picked up a sheet of parchment, his gaze scanning the words written in her elegant script. A frown creased his brow as he read the content, a question forming in his mind. "Why is she investigating my family?" he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible.

He gently placed the paper back on the desk, his eyes returning to Suzy’s sleeping form. He reached out, his arms sliding beneath her, and carefully lifted her from the chair. Suzy stirred slightly, her body instinctively seeking the warmth of his embrace. She shifted, adjusting herself comfortably in his arms, her head resting against his chest.

Her eyelids fluttered open, her vision blurry with sleep. She blinked, trying to focus, and saw Ryan’s face looking down at her. "Ryan?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. "What are you...?"

He gently placed a kiss on her lips, silencing her. "Shhh... go back to sleep," he whispered, his voice soothing.

Suzy, still half-asleep, clung to him, her arms wrapping around his neck. He began to walk, carrying her through the darkened hallways of the castle. "You know I can walk, right?" she asked, her voice a sleepy murmur.

"I know," he replied, his voice low and reassuring. He continued to carry her, his steps steady and sure.

A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the soft sound of their footsteps echoing through the empty hallways. Suzy, still drowsy, nestled closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. The silence, however, felt palpable, charged with unspoken thoughts and feelings. Trying to resolve the comfortable silence, she asked, "When did you finish?"

He replied, "Not too long."

They reached their bedroom, the familiar warmth of the room a welcome sight. Ryan gently placed her on the bed, his touch tender and careful.

He knelt beside the bed, helping her remove her shoes, then carefully unfastened her jewelry, placing each piece on the bedside table. Suzy stood up, turning her back to him. She gathered her hair and moved it forward over her shoulder, indicating she needed help with the zipper of her dress.

Ryan smiled softly, his fingers gently gathering the remains of her hair. He carefully pulled down the zipper, the soft sound of the metal teeth sliding apart filling the quiet room. The dress fell to the floor, pooling around her feet. He then helped her remove the dress and placed it on a chair.

After both has undressed,they moved to the bathing room, the warm water already prepared and steaming. They bathed together, the quiet intimacy of the moment a comforting presence. The soft sounds of water splashing and the gentle murmur of their voices filled the space. They washed each other’s hair, their fingers tracing gentle patterns on each other’s skin.

After their bath, they dried each other with soft towels, their touch lingering, a silent expression of their affection. They returned to the bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light across the room. They slipped beneath the covers, the cool linen a welcome sensation against their skin.

Suzy nestled herself close to Ryan, her body seeking the warmth and comfort of his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, his hand gently stroking her hair. He kissed her forehead softly, his lips lingering for a moment. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.

Suzy snuggled deeper into his embrace, her voice soft and sleepy. "I love you too," she replied, her words barely audible. The gentle rhythm of his heartbeat lulled her into a peaceful sleep. Ryan held her close, wrapping his arms around her in a protective embrace. He watched her as she drifted off, his gaze filled with affection. He kissed her forehead one last time, then closed his own eyes, his thoughts filled with the warmth of her presence. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, their love a comforting blanket against the quiet stillness of the night.

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"Keep an eye on Evan," Byron instructed, his voice low and sharp. He began to unbutton his shirt, his movements quick and impatient. "I feel that he is about to pull off something."

"Of course, my lord," a voice replied, the tone subservient. A figure turned to leave the room.

"Oh, get a maid in here," Byron added, his voice laced with a hint of command. "I need a cup of tea."

A few minutes later, a young maid entered the room, her eyes cast down, her posture timid. "My lord," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "I brought your tea."

Byron, now shirtless, his chest exposed, took the cup from her trembling hands. He brought the cup to his lips, taking a slow, deliberate sip. He placed the cup down on a nearby table, his expression unreadable.

"Come back here," he said, his voice cold and flat.

The maid, her heart pounding in her chest, turned back towards him. "Yes, my lord?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"What is this?" Byron asked, his gaze fixed on the cup of tea.

The maid, her eyes wide with fear, stammered, "It’s... it’s your tea, my lord. If it’s not to your liking, I can..."

She was interrupted as Byron, with a sudden, violent movement, grabbed the teacup and poured the contents on her. The hot liquid soaked her dress, scalding her hand. She gasped, a cry of pain escaping her lips.

"Get out of my sight," Byron snarled, his voice filled with disgust.

The maid, tears streaming down her face, bowed her head and fled the room, her sobs echoing down the hallway.

Byron sat back in his armchair, a sneer twisting his lips. "Imbeciles," he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. He reached for a decanter of brandy, pouring himself a generous measure. He swirled the liquid in his glass, his mind focused on the fireplace.