My Bossy CEO Husband Chapter 154 by I. MALCOM. Ryan’s sweet words took Wendy by surprise. She suddenly felt dizzy with excitement. Blushing, she raised a hand to her chest, as if to calm down the wild beating of her heart. ‘’Oh, my! Whoever said that the strong and silent type of men are dull?’’ She sighed inwardly. “I thought he was simply not interested in flirting or even that he just wasn’t good at it…But look at him!”. Wendy’s mind was still spinning. She still held the phone in her hand, staring blankly at the text. She couldn’t think of a good response! She kept typing only to delete everything moments after. She took a deep breath and finally typed. “Is Luke there with you, Ryan?”. His reply came a moment later. “No!”. “Well then, who is coaching you? Your flirting has improved immensely…”. “I wasn’t flirting…” Ryan replied. “Then what was that?”. “The truth. Wendy’s heart picked up the pace again, threatening to burst out of her chest. She rubbed her face nervously, thinking, ‘’Oh, boy! What am I supposed to do? He’s back to his usual relentless pursuit. No! No! We can’t keep texting. I am not strong enough to resist for long. As she made up her mind, she sent him a text saying, “I’m really tired. I think I’ll go to bed now. “Sleep tight”. Wendy didn’t reply. She locked her phone and threw it on the bedside table as if it might scald her fingers. Then she got up and closed the curtain, turned off the lights and went back to bed. She laid there, under the covers trying in vain to stop thinking about Ryan. Meanwhile, in the villa right opposite Wendy’s, Ryan noticed the lights in her room going out. His cold eyes had softened a bit, holding a trace of tenderness. He could picture her blush when she read his text as if she had been right in front of him. He lowered his head and read her text again, smiling. He remembered a time before he met Wendy, when he almost never sent SNS messages. He didn’t like that way of communication and thought it was simply too much effort. He preferred phone calls, which could carry a message clearly, and more importantly, save some precious time. But now, he was eager to text her again. It didn’t feel like a waste of his time anymore. On the contrary, he was enjoying it so much that he wished had been off for a while and she was probably already asleep, he still waited for a few minutes. When he didn’t receive the phone back into his pocket. He closed the curtain and turning around, he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray

Then he went to his huge bed. Right there, under the gr ey cashmere quilt, were s everal of Wendy’s clothes. Ryan picked up a T-shirt and inhaled deeply. Enveloped by her scent, he felt so peaceful and happy that sle ep claimed him almost instantly. During the next f ew days, everyone was really busy. First, Reese moved out of Wendy’s villa. But in all honesty, We ndy didn’t really help her sister for Reese. He got her a job an d even found a cozy apartment for her. Wendy felt grat eful for everyt hing he’d done. Reese’s new apartment wasn’t very b ig or luxurious, but it was new and bright and in a good neighborhood. The rent was reasonabl e and it was close to Reese’s new workplace. Good thing Ryan hadn’t found so me prestigious maisonette or som ething equally flashy for Reese. Wendy knew that her si ster would most defini tely refuse to take it. But Reese reall y liked her new apartment now. And then there a very thor ough interview, the school finally accepted them both. It was one of the best private bilingual kinde rgartens of the country. It was amazing and a s expected, the tuit ion was astronomical. Or at least, that amount seemed astr onomical to Wendy. It was a fiv e figure numb er after all. Wendy was taken on a tour of the premises and was informed in deta il about the school’s curriculum. By the end of the day, sh e was convinced that it w as really worth the money. The English teachers were all native s peakers, and their flawless British ac cent gave off an air of sophistication. And the food there was magnificent. The ki ndergarten opened at half past seven ever y morning, as the classes began at eight. At ten o’clock, the kids had a m idmorning break, where they were served sweet and savory snacks. Rumor had it that the chef w ho made those snacks once wor ked in a Michelin restaurant. They had lunch at half past twelve, where all the dishes were freshly made, the menu planned by an expert nutritionist After learning-and seeing- all th is, Wendy just knew that attending this school was the best for the two kids. Then, all she h ad to do was ta lk Ray into it. “Go t o sch ool?” . “Yes, Ray. School! There are many wonderful teachers at the school and many children to o. You can play with them, make new friends. Ray frown ed and sai d nothing. “You do n’t want to go?” . “Children are too… childish!” . Wendy was st unned. She rubbed her forehead and s ighed inwardly. ‘’Oh, baby! You are o nly three years old! You are a child too. Wendy knelt before her son and looked at him in the eyes. “School is so much fun. If you don’t like to play with t he other children, you can still play with your teacher s

They know a lot of things and can teach them to you. Ray stil l looked unhappy. He lowered his head and muttered, “I am having fun staying at home alone. I ’ve learned a lot of things here too. “ Uh …” . Ray stood u p and took W endy’s hand. He led her to the study, wh ere he began searching for s omething on the bookshelves. Soon he fetched a stac k of exercise books of grade one to grade six. “Baby, whe re did you get these?” . “I asked Uncle Ryan to get them for me. Go on, Mommy. Open them and have a look. Confused, Wendy foun d a math exercise boo k for sixth -graders. She turned a few pa ges her mouth hang open all of its own. The handwrit ing was defi nitely Ray’s. He had done this all by himself! Wendy silently l ooked through the exercises in the book, and found that Ray could do all of them! Wendy was stunned. She turned a few more pages and found that there was not even one mistake in what Ray had written. The last page held a really in tricate math problem that even Wendy wasn’t sure how to solve. But appa rently, Ray did. Her mind was spinning! She swallowed hard and asked, “ Baby, did you do all these?” . “Y es !” . ‘’Oh my God’’ . Wendy couldn’t believe her eyes. She alwa ys knew Ray was really smart, but she di dn’t expect this! ‘He is not just smart. He is a genius! My son is a geni us!’ Overjoyed, Wendy went throug h the English exercise book next. Since Ray grew up abroad, he was fl uent in daily conversation in Engli sh and could write a little as well. It was also a grade six Engli sh test, and she didn’t find a nything wrong in Ray’s answer. And his handwriting was extremely neat and tidy, nothing like what you would e xpect from a child of barely four years. Wendy looked at the Chinese exer cise book again. There were many unfamiliar characters in the Chinese exercise book, but Ray knew a ll of them and understood their meanings. Wendy was stru ggling to calm her breathing. “Ray, where did you lear n all that?” . Ray silently ind icated the books in front of her. “So you learne d everything al l by yourself?” . Ray nod ded. “Yes , Mo mmy. ‘Oh my G od! Unbel ievable!” . She closed the bo ok, having already made up her mind. It would be such a waste of talent t o have a genius like Ray attend kinde rgarten and play with children there! . The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!