My Bratty Wife
Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Chapter 97

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Birds chirped merrily outside, their cheerful songs a stark contrast to the peaceful slumber of the two figures tangled beneath the sheets.

Suzy stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. "Doris," she mumbled, her voice groggy with sleep. "Close the window. These annoying birds won’t let me sleep."

There was no response. Suzy frowned, her sleepiness fading. She called again, "Doris!" her voice a little louder this time. Still, no answer.

With a groan, she opened her eyes fully, her gaze sweeping across the unfamiliar room. She remembered where she was – she wasn’t in her room but in Ryan’s room. She had to sleep two nights here as her punishment.

She shifted, her head rising and falling against something slightly hard and warm. She looked up and saw Ryan, shirtless,his muscles defined and toned, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He looked so peaceful, so vulnerable.

A gasp escaped her lips as she realized their close proximity. She was lying on top of him, her body pressed against his. She scrambled to get up, her movements clumsy and awkward.

She sat up, her heart pounding in her chest. As she did so, her head bobbed up and down, the weight of something heavy resting on her.

She looked around the room, taking in the scattered pillows that had once formed a barricade. It was clear that they had spent the night together, curled up in each other’s arms.

"Ahhhhh!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with embarrassment.

The scream escaped her lips, the sudden realization of their closeness sending a jolt of adrenaline through her. She scrambled to move away from him, her movements frantic.

Ryan stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked at her, a mixture of confusion and amusement on his face. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice groggy.

Suzy was speechless. She could only stare at him, her mind racing. What had happened? How had they ended up sleeping together?

Snapping out of her thoughts, She scrambled off the bed, her movements frantic. She grabbed the nearest pillow from the floor and hurled it at Ryan, her embarrassment fueling her throw.

Ryan dodged the pillow with ease, but the next one caught him square in the face. He stumbled back, his eyes wide with surprise. Suzy continued her barrage, launching pillow after pillow at him, her aim improving with each throw.

"How dare you touch me!" she shouted, her voice filled with annoyance.

Ryan tried to defend himself as she kept throwing. She threw another pillow at him, hitting him squarely in the chest.

He tried to explain himself, but she wasn’t listening. He managed to get off the bed and approached her.

Finally, Ryan managed to dodge the incoming pillow thrown. He stepped forward, his movements deliberate. He caught her wrists, pinning her down on the bed.

Suzy struggled, but Ryan’s grip was firm as he adjusted his hold on her wrist above her head. He towered over her, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and desire.

"Are you used to throwing things at people?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

Suzy was speechless, her eyes wide with shock. She had been so caught up in her anger that she hadn’t realized what she was doing.

Ryan leaned in close, his eyes filled with a playful glint. "Or is it just me?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Suzy was silent.

Ryan leaned in closer, his breath fanning across her face. "Nothing happened between us," he whispered, his voice filled with a promise. "I would never do anything without your consent."

Ryan looked at Suzy, admiring the way her auburn curly hair had become disheveled during their playful tussle. A pang of sympathy for Doris washed over him. He could just imagine the work Doris would have to do to restore Suzy’s appearance to its usual pristine state.

His eyes then fell upon Suzy’s flushed face, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. A subtle smile played on his lips as his gaze drifted down to her gown. He noticed that one of the straps had slipped, revealing her shoulder and a glimpse of her cleavage.

A smirk played on his lips as he reached out and pulled it back up, his fingers brushing against her bare shoulder.

Suzy was too focused on his own disheveled appearance to notice his actions. His dark hair was ruffled and his bare chest was rhythmically going up and down because of his breathing.

She looked into his eyes, her gaze filled with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. He was so close, so tempting. She wanted to push him away, to stand up and leave. But she also wanted to give in, to let herself go.

It was only when she came to her senses and glanced down that she realized her gown was no longer askew. She looked up at Ryan, her eyes wide with surprise.

Ryan grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You’re quite the mess," he teased, his voice low and seductive as he released her wrist.

She swatted at him, trying to hide her embarrassment. "I’m not," she retorted, her voice filled with defiance.

Ryan chuckled, his eyes filled with amusement. "You are so adorable," he said, reaching out to gently tousle her hair.

Suzy swatted his hand away, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Stop it," she scolded, her voice playful.

Ryan laughed, his eyes sparkling with joy. He was falling more and more in love with her every day.

As they both stayed in that position, there was a knock on the door. Both were alerted, Suzy was about to push Ryan and leave but Ryan held her position on the bed with his knee making it hard for her escape.

"Who’s there?" Ryan asked, his voice low and commanding.

"It’s Davis, Your Grace," the voice replied.

Ryan turned to Suzy, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Sorry David, you can’t come in," he said, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. "The Duchess is indisposed."

Suzy’s face turned a bright shade of red as she realized what he was implying. She tried to push him away, but he held her firmly in place.

"Davis," Ryan called out, his voice still filled with mock seriousness. "You’ll have to wait."

Outside the door, Davis sighed. He knew that when Ryan was in this mood, it was best to leave him alone. He would wait patiently until he was summoned but his report was very important.

Back in the room, Suzy continued to struggle, but Ryan’s grip was too strong. She was trapped, and she knew it.

"Let me go," she pleaded, her voice filled with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

Ryan chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Not until you promise to sleep in my room again for another two nights," he replied, his voice low and seductive.

Suzy’s face flushed even redder. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had never thought of Ryan in that way.

"No I don’t want to," she said, her voice defiant.

Ryan raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with a playful challenge. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

Suzy hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she was lying, that she somewhere within her she want to, more than she would ever admit.

Just then, Davis knocked on the door again. "Your Grace, I have the report," he said, his voice filled with urgency. " it’s really important."

Ryan sighed, his playful mood fading. "Come in," he said, his voice returning to its usual commanding tone.

Suzy took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She knew that she had to focus on the task at hand. She had things to take care of. She had to find out what had happened to Cassandra’s mother.

As Davis entered the room, Suzy slipped out of Ryan’s grasp, her movements swift and silent. She quickly adjusted her clothes and hair, trying to hide the evidence of their intimate encounter.

Ryan watched her, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He knew that she was trying to hide her embarrassment, and he found it both endearing and amusing.

"Well, well," he said, his voice filled with mock disapproval. "You missed a spot."he said as he pointed at her strap that fell off again.

Suzy rolled her eyes, her face still flushed as she adjusted it. "Shut up," she muttered, her voice barely audible.

Ryan laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He knew that she was trying to be tough, but he could see right through her. He loved her all the more for it.

Davis was watching the scene playing before him and is shocked to see Ryan all lovey-dovey. It was both weird and terrifying to him. It was as if he had seen a completely different side of Ryan, a side that was soft and gentle.

As Suzy left in a hurry, Ryan became serious. "Report," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Davis nodded, his face pale. "Countess Helene was the one responsible for the bruises," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "She has been abusing the duchess since she was a child and Her niece, Senna, has been bullying the Duchess for years."

Ryan’s anger flared. "Does her father know about this?" he demanded, his voice rising.

Davis hesitated, his eyes filled with fear. "He’s less concerned with issues relating to the Duchess," he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

Ryan’s rage reached its boiling point. "How dare he!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the room. "He’s her father! It’s his responsibility to protect her!"

David tried to calm him down. " I have sent for the guards to..." but Ryan was beyond reason, he clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. "Get the carriage ready," he ordered, his voice a low growl, "We’re going to see Count Edmund."