After a hot shower, I finally felt much better. Ryan Carter walked out while drying his hair, only to see someone had changed into a silk robe, sitting regally on a high-backed armchair, sipping a glass of red wine like an emperor.

“Come here and please me.” The CEO crooked his finger at his little darling wife, his deep, captivating eyes full of desire and mischief.

Ryan Carter ignored him, quickly blow-drying his own hair with a hairdryer.

“Clink”—the wine glass landed heavily on the coffee table. Ethan Bolton narrowed his eyes dangerously: “Come here. Don’t make me say it a third time!”

The little darling seemed startled, dragging the hairdryer over with a clatter, and with a buzzing sound, blew the CEO’s still-dripping hair into a lion’s mane.

Long fingers ran through his hair as the CEO gripped the armrest in frustration. This teasing little minx was clearly seducing him. With his hair all frizzed up, Ethan Bolton grabbed his darling’s wrist holding the hairdryer, snatched it away and tossed it onto the carpet, his voice hoarse: “Please me, and I’ll give you everything you want.”

Ryan Carter patted his head, picked up the hairdryer and put it back in the bathroom, then climbed into bed to sleep.

“……”

The CEO downed the rest of his wine in one gulp, pressing his wine-stained lips together and sneering, “Are you playing hard to get?”

Ryan Carter rolled his eyes and patted the spot beside him: “Stop messing around, come to bed. We have work tomorrow!”

“I don’t like men who play hard to get. Don’t make me lose even the slightest interest in you.”

“Are you fucking sleeping or not? If not, go sleep in the living room!” Ryan Carter kicked at him, but he caught his ankle and gently licked it.

“Mm…” The scene was just too much; Ryan Carter couldn’t take it, twisting to pull his foot back, but accidentally loosened the robe’s belt. Now it really looked like he was resisting but secretly wanting it—impossible to explain.

Once again, there was a domineering, unrestrained possession. At least this time, they’d showered, but still didn’t use protection.

The next morning, upon opening his eyes, Ryan Carter found a check on the pillow.

“I don’t want it.” Ryan Carter tossed the check back at him.

Ethan Bolton’s eyes were full of interest. His little darling was truly different—so pure and unaffected.

“Take it, it’s what you deserve.” The CEO licked his lips, savoring last night’s taste.

Ryan Carter casually tore up the check and threw it in the trash.

Returning the check intact was pure and ungreedy, but tearing it up in front of him was just rude and ungrateful. Ethan Bolton sneered, pulled out his checkbook, signed another one, and forcefully stuffed it into his darling’s shirt pocket: “What I give you, you have to accept, whether it’s money or me…”

The last few words were too vulgar, and in Ryan Carter’s ears, they automatically muted. He pulled out the check and stuck it to the CEO’s forehead: “Not to mention your check account’s guarantor is me, so if you overspend, it’s my money that gets deducted. And this two-hundred-yuan check—who exactly are you trying to insult?”

Chapter 5: The CEO’s Million-Dollar Bride (5)┃Man, you dare challenge me!

The CEO, who failed to give away the check, was a bit unhappy. Puffing with anger, he stuffed his little darling into the passenger seat and drove to the company, determined to teach him a lesson today.

As soon as they stepped into the CEO’s elevator, Ryan Carter was pinned against the elevator wall by his own husband, who fervently sealed his lips with a kiss.

“Ethan Bolton!” Ryan Carter mumbled, pushing at him.

“Don’t move, there are cameras in here.” Rubbing against his darling’s soft lips, the CEO smugly tried to scare him.

Ethan Bolton was taller and broader than Ryan Carter, able to envelop his little darling like a Russian nesting doll.

Feeling the body in his arms trembling, the CEO grew even more pleased, his voice husky as he teased, “Tell me, if I fuck you right here, what do you think the secretaries will do when the elevator doors open?”

Just imagining the scene was thrilling. Ryan Carter couldn’t help but blush, coughing lightly: “This is a high-speed elevator. Are you sure you can get your pants off in three seconds?”

“Heh, man, you dare challenge me! Even if you cry yourself hoarse, I won’t stop!”

The chubby secretary Grace Bennett was already waiting at the CEO’s office door with a pile of documents, chatting animatedly with Ethan Bolton’s three secretaries.

“Yuanyuan, your style is really different from the others at Banana,” the female secretary Lucy Clark poked Grace Bennett’s chubby cheek, clicking her tongue in amazement.

Banana refers to Ryan Carter’s company. It started as an online video platform, then launched “Banana Live,” and is now a leader in the new media industry. Although it’s a trendy and lively field, the internal atmosphere at Banana is strict and orderly, all thanks to their meticulous Virgo boss.

“Right? People at our company think so too,” Grace Bennett grinned honestly. “At last year’s annual party, they gave me a ‘Banana Warrior’ award. Speaking of which, this year’s party is already being planned. Should our two companies hold it together?”

The admin department started collecting opinions the day before yesterday, and Grace Bennett hadn’t replied yet. Seeing someone from Ethan Stone today, she suddenly had an idea.

“Better… not.” The three secretaries shook their heads in unison like rattles. They definitely didn’t want Ethan Stone’s annual party to turn into a National People’s Congress standing committee meeting.