My Bratty Wife
Chapter 177 - Hundred And Seventy Seven

Chapter 177: Chapter Hundred And Seventy Seven

Suzy woke up, stretching her limbs, a sense of lingering warmth still present in her body. She looked around the room, finding herself alone in the bed. "Ryan?" she called out, her voice soft. Silence answered her.

Her gaze fell upon a folded piece of paper resting on her pillow. She picked it up, noticing the familiar scent that clung to it, a subtle mix of his cologne and the faint aroma of tobacco. She unfolded the paper and read the contents, her heart sinking slightly.

" I’m sorry, my love, for leaving in haste and without a goodbye from my lips ," the letter read. " There’s an important issue in Carleton that requires my attention. I’ll be away for a while, but I’ll miss you terribly. I’ll be by your side soon. Mrs Agnes is here to take care of you, and I’ve left my ring as a keepsake to keep you from feeling lonely. I also took the ribbon you used in making a bow for your hair as a keepsake. Don’t be too angry with me for leaving you. I love you, Cassandra. My Duchess."

She dropped the letter onto the bed, a wave of disappointment washing over her. Beside the bedside table, she found his ring, the heavy, ornate Blackmore family ring. She picked it up, her fingers tracing the intricate design. She looked inside the band and saw his name, "Ryan," engraved in elegant script.

She rose from the bed and walked to the dresser, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Her fingers lightly traced the love bites Ryan had left on her neck, a reminder of their passionate night. Her mind drifted back to their intimate moments.

[FLASHBACK]

Ryan positioned himself between her legs, pushing them apart gently. His hands tracing her stockings pulling them off her legs sending shivers down her spine.

He teased her clit, wet and ready for him. He buried his face between her thighs, sucking every drop of her wetness. His tongue flicked her clit, tasting and teasing.

"More, Ryan," she begged, writhing under him. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer. Ryan continued his ministrations. "Please, I need you inside." She begged.

Ryan pulled back just enough to gaze into her glazed eyes. "Not now, my love,you’re still weak," he whispered hoarsely. She whimpered, a protest dying on her lips as he began to lick and suck her delicate folds again.

His tongue probed her depths, delving in and out. Suzy felt like she would burst at any moment. "Enough!" she cried out, bucking her hips against him. Ryan heard her plea, rising above her once more.

He caught her surprise with a hungry kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, on his tongue. She wanted him desperately.

He proceeded to kissing her neck and giving her love bites till his mouth got to her nipple. Suzy threw her head back, her body shuddering, pleasure building. "Fuck!"

[FLASHBACK ENDS]

She continued looking at the mirror, tracing the pattern of the love bites, the memory slowly fading. "I still don’t know what he’s afraid of," she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible.

She selected a simple, chained necklace and removed the pendant, replacing it with Ryan’s ring. She clasped the necklace around her neck, admiring how the ring looked against her skin.

A knock sounded on the door. "Enter," she said.

Mrs. Agnes entered the room, carrying a tray with a steaming pot of tea. Suzy felt a slight twinge of unease, remembering her past experience with poisoned tea. Mrs. Agnes seemed to sense her discomfort.

"Ryan told me how you were poisoned by someone you trusted through tea," Mrs. Agnes said gently, placing the tray on the bedside table. She then pulled out a silver needle and carefully checked the contents of the teapot. The needle came out clean. "Be rest assured, you’re safe here, my dear," she said, her voice reassuring.

Suzy picked up the teacup, inhaling the strong aroma of the tea. "What’s the tea for?" she asked.

"It’s medicine to strengthen your body," Mrs. Agnes replied.

Suzy drank the tea in one go, placing the cup back on the tray. Mrs. Agnes’s gaze fell upon the ring hanging from Suzy’s necklace. "The Blackmore family ring," she said, her voice filled with a quiet respect.

"Do you know this ring?" Suzy asked, her gaze fixed on Mrs. Agnes.

"Yes," Mrs. Agnes replied, her voice soft. "Duchess Leah made it specially for them."

"Okay," Suzy said, her mind absorbing the information. She belched softly, the bitter taste of the tea lingering on her tongue. "What do you mean by ’strengthen my body’?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Mrs. Agnes smiled gently. "Well," she began, her voice laced with a hint of amusement, "your husband is tormenting himself, saying he couldn’t even satisfy you sexually because he’s afraid you’ll fall ill again."

Suzy’s cheeks flushed crimson, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. Mrs. Agnes’s gaze drifted to the love bites visible on Suzy’s neck, and a knowing smile spread across her lips.

"I came to see how you were faring and to give you the medicine," Mrs. Agnes said, picking up the empty teacup and the tray. "I’ll give your maid an ointment for you to use to cover those marks on your neck."

Suzy’s face turned even redder, and she stammered, "Thank you."

Mrs. Agnes smiled warmly. "I’ll be waiting for you to get ready," she said, "so that I can show you around the chateau and introduce you to the people who live and work here."

Suzy nodded, her embarrassment slowly subsiding. "That would be lovely," she replied.

Mrs. Agnes left the room, closing the door softly behind her. Suzy took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Ryan’s concern, even if it was a little overprotective. She was also curious to see the chateau and meet the people who made it their home.