My Bossy CEO Husband Chapter 3 by I. MALCOM. “I’ve rented a house for you and Ray. After dinner, I’ll drive you there right away. Don’t worry about other stuff. I have prepared everything for you. But if there’s anything else you need, there is a supermarket downstairs,” Roger informed. His hands were on the steering wheel while his eyes were glued on the road. Wendy held Raymond in her arms while seated in the back seat. And after hearing what Roger said, she squinted and sighed. “Ah, Roger! Why are you so sweet and considerate? I might as well marry you!”. A teasing smile was etched on her lips as she joked that. “Hmm…That’s a good idea. I don’t mind having a son. Raymond gazed up at her mother and uttered, “Mommy, please think about it carefully!”. “Sweetie, listen. Uncle Roger is just a friend of mine. Roger laughed and responded, “What kind of friends are we talking about?”. Upon hearing that, Wendy was utterly speechless. “It’s just you deserve someone better. She managed to say after a while. Wendy met Roger in the US two and a half years ago. At that time, she had just enrolled in New York Acting College where she suffered from so much discrimination because of her inability to communicate well in English. Apparently, racial discrimination was common too! And female students, who spoke broken English, were the center of prejudice. However, for some reason, Wendy glowed up after giving birth to Raymond. That was when a lot of college guys began chasing after her-—much to the jealousy of other girls. They began making trouble for her in and out of the campus. It was Roger who helped her again and again. Even when he dropped out of school, Roger didn’t cut off contact with Wendy. He knew that she needed money to take care of the child, so he often introduced her to some jobs. Most of those he offered her was in some TV series, such as playing as an extra. She could not only hone her acting skills but also gain some experience in the industry. Without any doubt, Roger was definitely her savior. “Roger, I will pay you the rent…”. “You can pay me when you get the paycheck for your job!”. “Do you really trust me that much?”. “As your agent, of course, I have confidence in my own actress!”. Half a year ago, Roger came back to the country. And immediately, he called her to say that there was a local TV series called “The Story of Concubine Ivanka”. under production. It cost three hundred million dollars, and the entire crew was really competent

The TV series was adapted from a web novel of the same title. It was very popular online, and the scriptwriter of the series was the author himself. More than that, it will be dir ected by Carter Williams, one of the country’s top directors. Because it was a series abou t an imperial-harem, many A- list actresses were needed. One of the supporting roles was in line wi th Wendy’s image, so Roger quickly advised her to come back and audition for the part. This was a great opportunity for her! In addition to that, Wendy h ad been really deciding to return. With Roger as her very supportive agent, it was the perfect chance for her to make a big break in the entertainment industry. Thinking about it now, Wend y was really grateful for al l the help he had given her. “Well…are you obsessed with my beauty? Is that why you help me again and again? Tell me the truth. I won’t laugh at you. After all, I’m as b eautiful as a flower. It’s reasonable for you to fall in love with me,” . Wendy teased as she leaned over the driver’s seat with Raymond still in her hands. How narcissistic she was! Roger and Raymond Fi nch exchanged a meaningful look, and the two ma de an unbearable retching expression in unison. “Ha -ha !l” . They both broke into a burst of laughter—muc h to Wendy’s confusion. Meanwhile, the Riverside Rest aurant was a famous high- clas s Chinese restaurant in Ywood. Both its exterior and interiors boast ed an antique vibe. When customers entered, th ey seemed to be transporte d into an ancient gateway. Inside were pavilion s, terraces, bridges, and man-made rivers. A waiter in traditional Chinese clothes l ed the patrons through the vermilion gall ery to the innermost building for dining. Open seating was on the fir st floor, while private roo ms were on the second floor. The decorations were in C hinese style all througho ut, elegant and charming. It was still too early for dinner ti me, but the open seat area on the fi rst floor was already full of guests. “There are so ma ny rich people!” Wendy exclaimed. She had heard of this restauran t before. It was very popular, e specially among wealthy patrons. Wendy could only wonder how great the food must be. Because it was patronized by many people , private rooms on the second floor need ed to be booked three months in advance. And even with that, it was still hard t o get a reservation. “Roger, wh o the hell are you?” . It seemed that no thing was impossi ble for him to do. “Don’t worry. I’m not connected with any illegal business. This restau rant is owned by one of my friends. I don’t need to book it like the others do,” he said with a smile, holding the little boy in his arms. Now Wendy understood how Roger managed to get them a room! The waiter led them to a private room on the second floor. Because Raymond was practically a ne w-born when they left this country, i t was his first time to such a place. So, when he saw the traditional culture e mbedded in the restaurant, he leaned on R oger’s shoulder and stared intently at it. In Wendy’s memory, it had been thre e years since she last came to such a high-class restaurant for dinner. And because it had b een that long, she w as a little nervous

“Roger, I w ant to wash my hands. “Turn right and walk to wards the end. You can f ind the restroom there. “Alright. I’ll be ri ght back. After washing her ha nds, Wendy walked bac k along the corridor. But before she could even rea ch the door of their private r oom, a gust of wind blew over. “M omm y!” . Suddenly a voice r esounded. The next second, she fel t soft arms wrapping aro und her lower right leg. When Wendy gazed do wn, she was stupefie d to see who it was. The girl who was holdi ng her legs was about t hree or four years old. She looked so tender, in a non-ma instream style, and her unique af ro hair was like instant noodles. She was wearing a leather top with rive ts, partnered with a gauze skirt exagge ratedly covered with bright rhinestones. Under the light, the rhinestones shone bright ly, which was simply blinding! “Little girl, you must have mistaken me for someone else. The little girl shook her head and said proudl y, “I’m not a three-year-old child. How can I m istake you for someone else? You are my mommy!” . “How ol d are yo u then?” . The little girl stretched out four fingers and emphas ized, “Four! I am FOUR years old! I just celebrated m y third birthday two days ago. Now I’m four years old!” . “Sure enough, she is not a three-y ear-old kid. ’’ Wendy’s mouth twitc hed wildly as she thought of that. To be honest, she didn’t like children oth er than Raymond, but somehow, she didn’t fe el disgusted when held by this little girl. Had Raymond’s twin sis ter survived, she woul d have been this cute. Wendy’s eyes softened as the thought of her dead c hild popped into her mind. “Lit tle g irl…” . “Mommy , come on in!” . “W el l…” . Before Wendy could finish her words, the lit tle girl grabbed her hand and dragged her in to one of the private rooms. ”Come in, Mommy!” . After passing the arched door and entering the private room, Wendy found two people there. A man and a woman were wear ing formal clothes, enjoyin g dinner across one another. From Wendy’s perspective, s he could only see the man’s back and the woman’s face. “Auntie, this is my mommy. Isn’t she beautiful? She is much prettier than you! Let me tell y ou, you are not beautiful in my daddy’s eyes. I don’t want my future brother or sister to gr ow as ugly as you!”the stranger little girl muttered, sticking her tongue out at the woman. “Yo u, y ou…” . The woman was so angry that her face turned red. The little girl shook her head and continued, “My daddy loves my mommy so much! You so-called beauti es can’t seduce him, so you’d better give up now!”