Just now, after fooling around wildly on the sofa, red wine had stained the pants, so Ryan Carter simply took them off, pulled out the belt, and asked Ethan Bolton to fetch another pair.

“There are no pants here.” The CEO flashed a wicked smile and tossed his little darling’s pants out the window.

“Hey! Throwing things from a height, you fucking…” Ryan Carter hurried to the window to look down. Luckily, there was a green lawn outside, and since it was working hours, no one was around. The poor pants floated down and got caught on a newly transplanted osmanthus tree.

A certain round part was faintly visible because the little darling was leaning over the windowsill. Ethan Bolton walked over and gave it a slap. “Come here, help me review these documents.”

The CEO sat in the spacious boss’s chair, patted his strong thigh, and signaled for his little darling to sit on his lap.

“Didn’t you want to steal secrets? Come sit here, do it yourself, and I’ll show you everything you want to see.”

“……”

Ryan Carter couldn’t be bothered with him, went to the lounge, found a pair of Ethan Bolton’s pants to put on, and called Grace Bennett, asking him to bring a set of clothes when he came to pick him up.

At one o’clock in the afternoon, Ethan Bolton watched as his little darling answered a mysterious call and then hurriedly ran off. Standing at the window, he saw him get into a black business van, glancing around guiltily before getting in.

Damn Wang family!

Ryan Carter was at least someone with status. Wearing ill-fitting clothes and coming out of his husband’s building, it would be embarrassing if anyone saw him. He dashed into the car at lightning speed, changed into his own clothes inside, and finally relaxed.

The meeting ran from two to five, then he handled some other business, and before he knew it, it was time to get off work.

“Goodbye, Mr. Carter!”

“See you tomorrow, Mr. Carter!”

Walking out of the office building of Banana amid the greetings of the staff, Ryan Carter remembered his car was still at Shifei, so he planned to have Grace Bennett drive him over.

Vroom— The roar of an engine grew closer, and a silver Maserati drifted beautifully to a stop in front of him. The window rolled down slowly, revealing Ethan Bolton’s extraordinarily handsome face. Dusk had fallen, and the streetlights were coming on one by one, making his already striking features appear even more sculpted.

It had to be said, this face was truly attractive. Over the years, Ethan Bolton had occasionally made him angry, but every time he saw this face, most of his anger would melt away.

Ryan Carter was a little surprised. “Why did you come to pick me up?” He actually remembered his company address—was his brain finally recovering?

Ethan Bolton chuckled, got out of the car, and with one hand on the roof, trapped his little darling between the car and his chest. “My man can only be picked up by me. I won’t allow you to ride in anyone else’s car. Remember, you are ‘my’ man!”

“……”

Banana employees passing by after work looked over curiously.

“Wow, who’s that? He’s doing a kabedon with the car!”

“Shh—don’t you see that’s Mr. Carter’s car?”

“Huh? That, um…”

“Isn’t that President Bolton? Tsk tsk, they’ve been married for years and still know how to have fun. Ah, if only my husband were this romantic.”

In fact, the people involved didn’t feel it was romantic at all—just that their scalp was about to explode. These forced lines, the dramatic intonation, it was a nightmare.

The car pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

“Where are you going?” At a red light, Ryan Carter saw the car was in the left-turn lane and quickly stopped him. “Don’t go back to the villa. I have work tomorrow, it’s too far. Let’s go here.” As he spoke, he used his smart assistant to connect to the car’s navigation and tapped the downtown apartment location on the virtual screen.

“Heh.” The CEO leaned over with a smile, pinched his little darling’s chin, and gave it a lick. “Baby, heading home so early—are you that eager to fulfill your duties?”

Ryan Carter blushed. “So where are you going?”

“A place for fun.” The CEO raised his brows mysteriously, lightly turned the steering wheel, and drove down a road away from home.

Just then, Ryan Carter’s phone rang, displaying the name “Dad,” so he had to answer.

“Yanyan, are you off work?” Blake was Ryan Carter’s childhood nickname. He was still called Blake Carter until high school. Back then, he was skinny, and some nosy classmates gave him the nickname “Salt and Pepper Ribs,” which made Ryan Carter quite unhappy. Mr. Carter Sr. got so angry he changed his son’s name.

“Yeah.” Ryan Carter replied, glancing at the route and realizing they were heading neither to the villa nor the apartment, which puzzled him.

“And that kid?” When Mr. Carter Sr. mentioned Ethan Bolton, his tone was no longer as gentle as before.

“He’s driving.” Ryan Carter’s brow twitched.

When they first got together, his dad didn’t like Ethan Bolton—mainly because he couldn’t accept his son liking men, so he disapproved no matter who Ryan Carter dated. Over the years, Ethan Bolton had behaved well, his career was thriving, and he was especially good at winning people over, so he’d long since won over the old man. Now, instead of “that kid” or “this guy,” he called him “Ethan” or “good son” and the like.

This sudden change in tone definitely meant something was up.

“All right, an old buddy gave me a few lobsters from his sea fishing trip. You two come home this weekend.”