My Bossy CEO Husband Chapter 126: What's The Nature of Your Relationship

"Let me go!" Wendy looked at him coolly.

Ryan's jaw was clenched and his lips pursed.

He still had a hand on her wrist and he gave a slight pull.

With a groan, Wendy fell back into his arms.

He held her by the waist and kicked the knife away.

"You!" he called to Luke as he led Wendy out of the room.

"Deal with it,"he said to Luke.

"Okay!"

Wendy struggled to get free.

She wiggled in his arms and screamed, "They deserve to die! All of them!"

Ryan held her closer and whispered in her ear.

"Shh.Calm down."

Wendy went stunned for a moment, and Ryan quickly took her out.

When they passed the threshold, Wendy saw Raymond standing there and it was like she just woke up
from a dream.

"Ray..."

"Mommy!"



Raymond ran to her and hugged her leg tightly.

Then Wendy bent down and picked him up, looking at him searchingly.

As she held the little boy, her anger started dissipating.

"Are you scared, honey?"

Ray just wrapped his arms around her neck and buried his face in it, not saying a word.

Wendy realized that she must have really frightened him, looking so crazed and out of control.

She patted the boy's back, wishing he would feel better, but she didn't regret her actions.

"Let's go!" Ryan said.

"But, my sister..."

"Luke will take her to the hospital."

When Luke was done dealing with the situation, he took Reese to the hospital in Ryan's sports car.

Ryan had called a cab to take him, Wendy and Ray to the Ensfield.

When they reached Ryan's villa, Raymond was too scared to fall asleep, but a little soothing from his
mother seemed to calm the boy down and he sunk into a deep slumber.

Meanwhile, Ryan was comforting Precious and when she too was asleep, he left the girl's room to find
Wendy.

Once they were both in the bedroom, he turned to her.

"Take a seat!"



Like a child knowing it's about to be scolded, Wendy sat on the sofa quietly not daring to look at him.

But not for long.

Moments later, a shadow fell on the floor, right on the spot she was staring at.

She raised her eyes and saw Ryan squatting at her feet, holding a first aid kit.

"I don't..." she started.

"Shut up!"

"Fine,"

Wendy grumbled.

Ryan's face darkened as he pushed up her bloody sleeve.

The old wound on her arm had reopened and oozed blood all over the bandage and her shirt.

In one swift motion, he tore the bandage off.

Wendy gasped in pain, "That hurt..."

"You brought this on yourself."

His cold voice clashed with the tender way he treated her injury.

Frowning, he cleaned the wound, wiping off the blood and then disinfected it.

He dressed it in fresh bandages and stood up.

Wendy noticed that he was much better at that than the last time.



He walked over to the closet and took out a dress.

He threw it at her and said, "Here.Wear this."

Wendy went to the bathroom and changed out of her blood stained clothes.

When she came out, she found Ryan playing with the knife.

The blood had been wiped off making the blade shine brightly under the light.

When he saw her, Ryan put it away.

He looked straight at her, frowning.

Wendy smiled bitterly.

She knew they would have to talk about it sooner or later.

It might as well happen now.

"I..." she started, but Ryan interrupted her.

"Where did you get the knife?"

Wendy sat down and replied honestly.

"A friend bought it for me on Ebay."

"Which friend?" Ryan pressed on.

Wendy just looked at him in silence.

Ryan examined the scalpel.



It was small and lying there in his big hand made it look even smaller.

The size was definitely customized, making it easier for a woman like Wendy to use.

He pursed his lips and threw it in the trash can.

"You..." Wendy started to protest.

"Do you even know what you did wrong?"

Ryan interrupted her.

‘Wrong?’

"I did nothing wrong! Those people are scum.

They Deserve to die!"Wendy said indignantly.

"If I hadn't stopped you..."

"I would have killed them."

Ryan's face darkened, "Then what?"

Wendy turned her head away stubbornly and said nothing.

She knew she had been impulsive, acting without thinking, but she couldn't bear to see her sister
treated like that.

Reese was the only family she had left besides Ray.

Seeing her sister so helpless, Wendy's mind had gone back to their dark days.



She could not stop herself from attacking those people.

The atmosphere in the room was tense.

Wendy stood up and strode towards the door.

"Don't worry.I will move out first thing in the morning.I won't get you into trouble."

‘Is she afraid that she will get me into trouble?’ Ryan thought incredulously.

He grabbed her wrist to keep her from leaving the room.

"Wait!"

"What now?" she snapped back.

"Damn it!"

Veins were bulging in his forehead now.

"Did you even think about the consequences? If I hadn't been there to stop you and help clear up the
mess, how do you think this would have ended?"

But that wasn't what bothered him the most.

He took a deep breath and asked what he really wanted to know.

"Why didn't you call me for help when they were taken away?"

Wendy was stunned by his question.

She wondered if that was really why he was so angry with her.She looked up at him from under her
lashes and saw his eyes were as cold as ice.She lowered her head again feeling guilty and twisted her



fingers.

"I didn't think straight..."

"You didn't think straight or you didn't even think of telling me at all?"

Wendy stayed silent.The truth was that she didn't expect anyone to help her when everything
happened.

When she was abroad, she had been used to it.

She had to face everything and find a solution all by herself.

She had learned to rely on herself only and it seemed that this habit of hers couldn't be easily broken.

There was a weird, tense silence hanging over the room.

Ryan was the first to break it.

He didn't have the heart to stay mad at her anymore.

With a heavy sigh, he walked over to the sofa where she was still sitting.

He sat down next to her, pressing himself against her, looking at her with his deep eyes, he said, "Next
time you are in trouble, just call me."

Wendy looked up at him in shock.

She had exposed her darkest side today, shown everyone how bloodthirsty and cruel she could be.She
almost killed people.She was certain he would be terrified, even disgusted by her.

But he didn't want to stay away from her.



He wanted to help her.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Why would I be afraid of you?"

"I looked-and acted- like a beast today..."

Ryan glanced at her and said, "Ah, good to know you are aware of this."

Wendy just stared at him.

He just sighed and put a stray stand of hair behind her ear.

"I'll throw away the knife later.Don't play with such dangerous things in the future.Get ready and I'll take
you to the hospital to see Reese."

Wendy was dumbfounded.

That was it? No fear, no disgust? He didn't send her away.

This was not at all what she had thought would happen.

She swallowed hard.

"Ryan, don't you want to know anything else about the knife and all?"

Glancing at her calmly, Ryan responded, "What else is there? Didn't you say your friend bought it for
you?"

"Well..."

Wendy stuttered a bit before going on.



"Then why don't you ask who my friend is and what they do or something like that?"

"You will tell me if you want me to know."

Wendy was stunned into silence.

She lowered her head and stared at the ground, feeling a mix of shame and confusion.

Ryan patted her shoulder and said, "Come on.Let's go now that Ray is sleeping."

Wendy didn't move though.

Head still down, she said in a low voice.

"I met my friend when I lived abroad."

Ryan stopped in his tracks, surprised that she wanted to reveal this to him.His coldness expression
melted a little.

"You don't have to tell me unless you want to."

"I want you to know," Wendy insisted.

"He bought the knife for me because he wants me to be able to protect myself when I'm in danger."

"And then what?"

Wendy finally raised her head and looked into his eyes.

"I know it's dangerous for me to have a knife in my home, but I won't use it unless it's absolutely
necessary.It might look bad, but my friend had good intentions."

It sounded like she trusted this person with her life.



Ryan tried to suppress his jealousy and asked, "So this friend of yours is aman?"

Wendy just stared at him, wearing a helpless look on her face.

‘What was the point of this? That's what he really wants to know, if it's a man or a woman?’ Seeing his
intense gaze, the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Yes, he is a man," she answered.

Ryan's face fell and the veins started popping out on his forehead again.

He clenched his jaw and looked rather disappointed as he asked in an even lower voice, "And what's
the nature of your relationship with him?"


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