My Bratty Wife
Chapter 93 - Ninety Three

Chapter 93: Chapter Ninety Three

Ryan sat at his desk, his mind racing. He had to uncover the truth about what had happened to Suzy, and he needed to do it quickly.

Turning to Davis, he issued a direct order, "Find out what happened at Count Edmund’s manor during the Duchess’s stay. Every detail must be reported no matter how insignificant it may seem."

Davis nodded, his face etched with determination. "I will, Your Grace."

Ryan continued, his voice low, "And find out who the duchess met at the Red Door. I want to know everything that transpired in that place, and the man that assaulted her.

"Consider it done, Your Grace," Davis replied, his tone resolute.

" Wait ," Ryan said as he had a rethink on his order. "Kill him. He dared lay a finger on my wife."

Davis looked at him, his face etched with surprise. " Your Grace" he started, his voice low almost sounding like a whisper. "Are you sure you want to get your hands dirty? I know it’s not in my place to say anything concerning the duchess but won’t it be preferable if you send him to prison to rot there?"

Ryan paused, his mind working overtime. "Fine. Do it your way but let me know as soon as you have any information," he instructed.

Davis’s expression turned serious. "Consider it done, Your Grace," he replied.

Ryan paused, his mind racing. He needed to know everything about what had happened to Suzy. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this story than met the eye.

"And keep me informed about Thorne’s progress," he added. "We need to know what he’s found."

Davis nodded again. "Of course, Your Grace," he replied.

Just as Davis was about to leave, there was a knock at the door. "Enter," Ryan replied, his voice firm.

The door opened, and Suzy stood in the doorway. She looked tired but determined, her eyes filled with a resolve that Ryan only sees when she set her mind to get something done just like the Carleton ball.

"I’m ready for my punishment," she said, her voice steady.

Davis, sensing the charged atmosphere, excused himself, "If you will excuse me, Your Grace," he murmured. Ryan gestured with his hands to go. Davis nods before quietly closing the door behind him.

Ryan rose up from his chair, his gaze fixed on Suzy who was still standing by the door. He strode towards her, the distance between them closing rapidly. As he drew closer, their eyes met, and a charged silence filled the room. Inches away from her, he halted, his breath mingling with hers.

Their gazes locked, and time seemed to stand still. The intensity of their connection was palpable, a silent conversation taking place between their eyes. It felt like hours, but it was probably only a matter of seconds.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice low and husky, "How do you want to be punished?"

There was a heavy silence in the room. Breaking the silence again, he posed another question, his voice low and dangerous. "Or did you come here to plead on your behalf, do you want to beg?"

Suzy met his gaze, her defiance unwavering. Her pride, scattering the pride meter, refused to succumb to his intimidation.

"I rather take the punishment," she replied, her voice steady.

Ryan smirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I have never in my life seen a woman with an ego like yours," he commented, his tone laced with both admiration and disbelief. "Someone could say you have the ego of four men combined."

Suzy remained silent, her gaze locked with his. The intensity of their connection was palpable. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but she refused to look away.

Ryan found himself captivated by her gaze. Her brown irises, flecked with gold glow from the lamp, seemed to hold an entire universe within them. The freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks added a touch of innocence to her defiant demeanor.

As their gazes held, time seemed to stand still. The world outside faded into insignificance, leaving only them in the silent expanse of the room.

The way she looked at him, the way she held her gaze this time make him feel slightly uncomfortable. He began to harbor thoughts as he looked at her nightgown. He was starting to like this particular color on her but something else shifted his attention. He could see her cleavage on the bust of the gown as he wondered what color of nipples would be underneath that gown. Would it go to the faintest shade of pink or a more darker shade? He tried to control the immoral thoughts going through his mind.

Suzy broke the silence, her voice steady. "I will accept any punishment you give me," she said, her resolve unwavering. However, she added, "But I won’t be confined to the four corners of this castle. I won’t be a bird caged in a birdhouse. I still need my freedom."

Ryan was intrigued by her defiance. It was a rare quality, one that he was beginning to admire in a woman. He carried her bridal style, his strong arms supporting her weight effortlessly. A gasp escaped her lips as she found herself elevated above the ground.

"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, her voice laced with amusement and surprise.

Ryan grinned, enjoying her reaction. "Looking down at you intimidates me," he replied, his voice low. "I want to level our gaze."

He gently placed her on a table by the wall, their eyes still locked. The intimacy of the moment was undeniable.

"Now, tell me," he began, his voice low and seductive, "what punishment do you prefer?"

"I’ve told you my condition," She said, her voice steady. "Decide my punishment."

Ryan smirked. "Alright then," he replied, his tone amused. "Your punishment is that you will spend the night with me, you will sleep in my room for two nights."

Suzy’s jaw dropped in surprise. "What!!!

what kind of punishment is that?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief.

Ryan raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "You don’t like it?" he teased.

Suzy hesitated, considering her options. She knew that Ryan was capable of inflicting far worse punishments. She also knew that she couldn’t escape this situation.

"No, I don’t like it. It’s a terrible idea. Is there another option?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Ryan’s smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. "Doris will no longer serve you, and Noah will be dismissed from the duchy’s guard," he said, his voice low. " I’ll present them to the king for the charge of putting you in danger, risking your life in the process and the king will take appropriate measures against them. Who knows, they may go to prison or they may be executed."

Suzy’s eyes widened in horror. She couldn’t let that happen. She won’t let them be punished for her reckless actions.

" Fine. I choose to sleep in your room," she said, her voice filled with resignation.

Ryan’s smile returned. "Perfect," he said, his tone triumphant.

As he was about to turn and go back to his desk, Suzy noticed the bruises on his knuckles. She stopped him, her voice filled with concern. "You’re hurt," she said, pointing at his hand.

Ryan looked down at his hand, surprised that he hadn’t noticed the injury before. "Oh, I didn’t even notice," he replied, dismissing it.

Suzy reached out and gently touched the bruised knuckles, her touch soft and comforting. "Was it when you punched that man?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Ryan looked at her, surprised by her sudden tenderness. He had grown accustomed to her defiant spirit, but this unexpected display of care caught him off guard. "Are you concerned about me?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.