Ethan Bolton glanced at him, said nothing, and stepped on the gas, drifting away in an instant. Instead of returning to the apartment where they stayed on workdays, he drove straight to a luxurious villa in the suburbs.

Fortunately, his driving skills and common sense were still intact. After watching for a while, Ryan Carter stopped paying attention to him, sent the medical records and a report of today’s events to his private doctor, then called the client who had been stood up today to apologize, and finally rubbed his brow in exhaustion.

The villa was a bit far from the city center. Normally, at this hour, Ryan Carter would relax and take a nap, but today he didn’t dare to sleep. He took out a cigarette and put it between his lips.

The villa district was quiet at night. From a distance, the powerful roar of the car could be heard. The butler and servants immediately came out to open the door: “Sir, you’re back.”

Ethan Bolton got out of the car, dragged his little darling wife from the passenger seat, and forcefully pulled him into his arms. “From today on, he is my wife. You are to call him Madam.”

“Huh?” The butler’s old gentlemanly mustache twitched in confusion. Hadn’t they been calling him that for seven years already?

Chapter 2: The CEO’s Million-Dollar Bride (2)┃They must be wondering which lover I’m bringing home today.

When this villa was purchased, it was meant for the occasional party, so it was a bit on the large side, with a few extra servants.

Facing so many curious, wide-eyed onlookers, Ryan Carter felt utterly embarrassed and covered half his face. “Just kidding, you all get back to work.” Before the crowd could disperse, Ethan Bolton suddenly hoisted him onto his shoulder, making him cry out in surprise.

Ethan Bolton strode up the stairs to the second floor, giving his struggling little darling wife a smack on the butt as he went.

The butler led the blushing servants away. The amusements of young people were becoming more and more incomprehensible to this old man.

“Butler, what should we prepare for dinner?” On workdays, the two usually stayed in the city, so without prior notice, the kitchen hadn’t prepared dinner for the masters.

“Make some porridge and keep it warm. Madam will want to eat later.”

Madam had no thought of porridge for the moment. Upon entering the bedroom, he was tossed straight onto the big bed, landing so hard he saw stars. Shaking his head, he climbed up, “Big Dick Bolton, you fucking—”

He got stuck halfway through. The man was leaning over, roughly undoing his shirt buttons, revealing smooth, toned, alluring pecs. He slowly licked the corner of his lips, his eyes filled with raw desire—dangerous and sexy.

The sight made Ryan Carter catch his breath. He had to admit, it was very tempting, but…

The man he called Big Dick Bolton had a bandage wrapped around his head, with a wad of cotton underneath, paired with that wicked expression.

He looked—so! damn! stupid!

Before Ryan Carter could burst out laughing, the man had already torn off his own shirt and reached to rip off his as well.

“Hey, wait, hold on—” His words were swallowed by a kiss as Ryan Carter struggled to push him away.

Ethan Bolton grabbed his little darling wife’s chin, forcing him to glare at him with those beautiful eyes, his tone cruel and malicious: “Since you’ve married me, you have to fulfill your marital duties. Serve me well!”

He spoke coldly, forcefully spreading those long legs.

“I never said I wouldn’t, but you fucking need to shower first… mmph…” After years of marriage, Ryan Carter had finally trained Big Dick Bolton into a good boy who showered before and after sex. Suddenly reverting to the old days was hard to accept.

“……”

“Bastard, be gentle…”

“Beg me. Beg me to stop.” His nasty tone was like teasing a lamb on the verge of death.

“Are you stupid? How could you stop at a time like this?”

“……”

The CEO was frustrated. His little darling wife seemed off. Where was the crying and begging for mercy? Why was the guy in front of him enjoying himself so much!

In the past two years, both had been busy with work, so it wasn’t easy to find a time when neither was tired and both were in the mood. Their sex life had clearly decreased. After seven years of living together, they’d tried every position there was—nothing felt new anymore.

Now, with the CEO’s brain out of whack and his style completely changed, the whole thing felt wild and exciting. Afterward, the two lay in each other’s arms, panting in satisfaction.

“You didn’t use a condom…” Ryan Carter frowned, belatedly feeling a bit uncomfortable.

“Condom?” As if he’d heard the world’s funniest joke, Ethan Bolton sneered, then grabbed that soft butt hard, his voice low and hoarse as he enunciated each word, “I don’t think you realize your place yet. You’re here to pay off your father’s debt. That debt includes sleeping with me—and giving me a child.”

“……” Ryan Carter drooped his eyes, reached out to feel his husband’s forehead—no fever, so why was he acting so crazy? “Having a child might be a bit difficult.” With that, he got up and went to the bathroom.

“Did I say you could leave the bed?” Ethan Bolton stood up and followed him, only to see his little darling wife sitting on the toilet with a miserable face. “What are you doing?”

“Getting your child out of me,” Ryan Carter replied flatly.

“You dare!” The CEO was furious. This audacious man actually dared to treat his child this way!