Ethan Bolton, that guy, actually collected this thing too, and even used a marker to draw two crying-faced balls in the middle of the stick.

Fine then, Ethan Bolton, I’ll wait for you to wake up.

At night, the CEO, tipsy from drinking, staggered back to the villa, only to see Little Wife sulking on the sofa.

“Baby, I’m back.” Ethan Bolton leaned over, stuffed his big head into Ryan Carter’s arms, and touched his face obsessively.

Ryan Carter grabbed his husband’s wrist and said meaningfully, “I know who your white moonlight is.”

The CEO’s face changed instantly.

“It’s Blake Carter, isn’t it?” Ryan Carter said with a half-smile.

“Shut up!” Mr. Bolton jumped up at once, like a wounded beast, “Don’t mention his name! Only I can say that name!”

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Such a loud commotion drew the attention of several servants.

The new girl, Jack Foster, knew nothing about the affairs in this villa and was immediately frightened by the scene before her.

“You, come with me.” Ethan Bolton took a deep breath and grabbed Ryan Carter’s wrist, pulling him upstairs.

“I’m not going, I want to eat.” Ryan Carter shook off his hand. He hadn’t had lunch, only snacked a bit in the afternoon, and had specifically told the kitchen to serve dinner early. Now he was so hungry he felt dizzy—he definitely didn’t want to mess around with Ethan Bolton.

“You dare disobey my orders!” The CEO was furious, his face twisted as he wrapped his arm around Little Stand-in and tried to drag him upstairs.

Jack Foster whispered to the other servants, “So life among the rich isn’t easy at all.”

The others—girls, guys, and aunties alike—all looked on in disbelief, thinking how Mr. Bolton suddenly got so bold to treat Mr. Carter like this.

Ryan Carter already had a bit of a stomachache and couldn’t stand well. Being forcibly pulled up, he immediately frowned, his face turning pale: “Don’t move me, I feel awful.”

His voice was very soft, even quieter than usual, so almost no one else heard, but Ethan Bolton caught it clearly. That sentence seemed to have a magical power, instantly freezing the raging dragon.

“What’s wrong?” The CEO let go of Little Wife, saw him clutching his stomach and bending over, and quickly scooped him up to sit back on the sofa. He gently touched that pale Little Face, the pain in his eyes almost tangible.

“炎炎’s stomach isn’t good either, always forgetting to eat,” Ethan Bolton held him, placing his warm hand over his stomach through the shirt to warm him up, then looked up and ordered the nearest Jack Foster, “You, go to the medicine cabinet and get the stomach medicine in the gold box, first one from the left on the third shelf.”

“Yes, sir.” Jack Foster replied, a bit overwhelmed by the sudden change in scene, and looked blankly at her coworkers.

The other girls, guys, and aunties all had a “just as expected” look, smiling silently.

The butler brought over a bowl of hot soup and a glass of warm water.

Ethan Bolton scooped out a bit of medicinal paste with a small spoon and fed it to Ryan Carter.

Being watched by so many people, Ryan Carter felt a bit embarrassed and grabbed his husband’s wrist, wanting to take it himself. But he dodged and insisted on feeding him.

“I told you, you have to do as I say.” Stuffing the medicine into Little Stand-in’s mouth, the CEO’s eyes showed a hint of satisfaction as he muttered, “炎炎 never lets me feed him, but you’re so obedient.”

Ryan Carter was a bit dazed, drinking warm water from his husband’s hand. He remembered how, whenever he was sick and eating, this guy always tried to feed him. But Ryan Carter had been taught since childhood to eat by himself and not trouble others, so he rarely let someone succeed.

After finishing the water, he received a gentle kiss.

Tasting a hint of bitterness on Little Wife’s lips, Ethan Bolton sighed inwardly. This mischievous Little Stand-in, pretending to be weak to win his sympathy, and he just fell for it every time. Seeing that familiar face in pain made his heart ache.

He instructed the kitchen to make soft, easily digestible food for dinner, supervised Little Princess to finish eating, and only then felt at ease, carrying him upstairs. At the master bedroom door, he paused, then decided to put Little Stand-in in the guest room instead.

Ryan Carter looked at him calmly. “Are you sure you want me to sleep here?”

The CEO rubbed his brow in pain. Though he didn’t want to admit it, Little Stand-in was just too tempting—when they were close, he couldn’t help but want to kiss and hug him. With a long sigh, he left Ryan Carter with a melancholy, affectionate back view: “I can’t betray 炎炎.”

Ryan Carter almost burst out laughing, lowered his head and coughed lightly. “Well then, good night, Mr. Dior.” Sleeping in separate beds was fine; the past few days this guy had been in full domineering CEO mode, partying every night—his kidneys couldn’t take it.

Mr. Dior clenched his fists. “I told you, call me Ethan… Good night.”

“……”

The guest room also had a big bed, with almost the same setup as the master bedroom, just a bit smaller. Ryan Carter stretched out, thinking of what he’d seen in the basement during the day, and couldn’t help but bury his face in the covers and laugh quietly. He hadn’t slept a wink last night, so finally, tonight, he could get a good night’s rest.