My Bratty Wife
Chapter 181 - Hundred And Eighty One

Chapter 181: Chapter Hundred And Eighty One

Suzy closed the door to the room, her hand lingering on the doorknob. "I’ve sent Noah to tell Mrs. Agnes to call the doctor," she said, her voice trembling, her words breaking. "He’ll be... here... soon."

She had carried Ryan with the help of Noah to the room. She sent him to inform Mrs Agnes about what happened and to call for a doctor.

She turned, her eyes meeting Ryan’s. He was hovering over her, his expression intense, his eyes filled with a raw, almost desperate passion. Her hand remained on the doorknob, her fingers gripping it tightly, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and confusion.

Before she could speak, he kissed her, his lips eager and demanding. She was taken aback at first, her mind still reeling from the events in the carriage, but she quickly gave in, her body responding instinctively to his touch.

While his lips were busy, his hands moved beneath her dress through her slit, slowly removing her stockings. His touch was warm and insistent, his hands caressing her bare thighs, sending shivers down her spine. Suzy moaned, a soft sound emerging from her mouth while her mind raced, a jumble of conflicting thoughts and emotions raking through her.

"Here I am," she thought to herself, her heart pounding in her chest, "not only am I standing at the door, but my leg is lewdly hanging out of my dress, showing enough bare skin. No one in the chateau knows Ryan is here, and Mrs. Agnes will be here soon with the doctor."

She was acutely aware of the naughtiness of the situation, the potential for discovery, but she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. His touch was too intoxicating, his presence too reassuring. She needed him, needed his warmth, his strength, to banish the lingering fear and confusion.

But a nagging worry gnawed at her. She couldn’t reconcile the man before her with the man she knew. He was acting out of character.

"Is Ryan okay?" she wondered, her mind struggling to put together his passionate embrace with his earlier collapse. "I’ve never seen him like this before." He seemed driven, almost frantic, his kisses and caresses bordering on desperate. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, that he was hiding something from her.

The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the hallway, breaking through her thoughts. She tensed, her body stiffening. "Ryan," she whispered, her voice urgent, but he seemed lost in his own world, his attention focused solely on her. She knew Mrs. Agnes, together with the doctor, would be here any moment.

She tried to speak between their kisses, her words muffled against his lips. "Ryan, mmmm," she managed to say, her voice laced with a mixture of desire and concern.

Ryan responded, his voice low and urgent, "Wrap your arms around my shoulders, Cassandra."

"Ryan," Suzy repeated, her voice slightly firmer, "the doctor... the doctor will be here soon."

"There’s no time for that," Ryan replied, his voice impatient. His hands went to the middle of her thigh.

"Of course there’s time," Suzy retorted, trying to push him away gently, "if you would just take your hands off me."

Ryan’s eyes darkened, his grip on her thigh tightening slightly. "Are you going to say that now, when you are already wet?" he asked, his voice husky.

Suzy’s cheeks flushed, but she remained firm. "That’s because you’re touching me," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "What about what happened in the carriage? You collapsed. Are you fine?"

"It’s nothing serious," Ryan murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. "I was just tired. I’ll be fine once I’m with you."

"That’s nonsense," Suzy protested, her voice rising slightly. "You need medical help."

Ryan stopped kissing her, his eyes meeting hers, his gaze intense. "All I need is you," he said, his voice filled with a raw sincerity. He looked at her, searching her eyes. "Please, Cassandra." He begged.

Knock...

knock..

knock.

"Your Grace," Mrs. Agnes’s voice came from outside the door. "I’m here with the doctor, as you requested. How is His Grace doing?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Silence met her question. "May we come in?" she asked, her voice slightly louder this time.

Inside the room, Ryan was hovering over Suzy on the bed, his gaze intense, his movements deliberate. He turned his head slightly towards the door, his expression a mixture of annoyance and frustration. "How annoying," he muttered, his voice low. He turned back to Suzy, his eyes boring into hers. "Are you okay with letting them in right now?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

As he spoke, he began to remove his cravat, his movements slow and steady. "Even if you are okay with it," he continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, as he began to unbutton his shirt, "I’m not."

Mrs. Agnes and the doctor stood outside the door, waiting patiently. Mrs. Agnes’s brow furrowed slightly. "The state at which Noah described Ryan’s situation was quite serious," she thought to herself, her mind trying to piece together Noah’s frantic description with the complete silence emanating from the room. "But it doesn’t seem as serious as he described it."

She let out a soft sigh, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She understood what was happening. She had seen this kind of thing before, the urgent need for intimacy, the desire to be alone, undisturbed.

"Your Grace," she said, her voice clear and calm, "I’ll dismiss the doctor then." She turned to the doctor, who stood beside her, his expression slightly confused. "It seems His Grace is feeling much better," she explained, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Thank you for coming."

She turned and escorted the doctor out. She knew that Ryan and Suzy needed their privacy. She also knew that Ryan would be furious if she had interrupted them. She smiled softly to herself, happy that they were together and that Ryan was feeling better.