My Bossy CEO Husband by I. MALCOM

Chapter 2 I. MALCOM


My Bossy CEO Husband Chapter 2 I. MALCOM. Three years later, at the airport of Ywood…. Passengers, who had just arrived from their trip, were queuing to pick up their luggage. Amongst the crowd was a beautiful woman who stood quietly. She was particularly eye-catching, like a shining crystal who would turn heads upon sighting. Men were ogling her with burning and infatuated eyes, while women’s eyes glinted with envy and jealousy. The skimpy red dress that hugged her body highlighted her white, porcelain skin. Her well-sculpted face bore her luscious lips, deep eyes, and perfectly-shaped brows. Round on her front was her well-gifted chest. Her waist was slender, something that most women could only hope for. And much like any other models, her legs were lean and long. They could conquer any runway! She was inexplicably sexy, enchanting, and daring–a more lethal combination than drugs. But although the woman caught the attention of almost every man in the airport, no one dared to approach her because of the stern, cold expression on her face. “Mommy!” the little boy next to her called. Instantly, her face changed, like snow meeting the warm sun, melting in an instant. The woman bent down and held up the boy. Looking at his cute face, she couldn’t help but plant a kiss on his face. The little boy’s ears turned red in an instant. Seeing this, Wendy was amused by the boy’s reaction. “Uncle Roger sent us a message on WeChat. He said that he’s waiting for us at the parking lot and asked us to go there as soon we landed,”. the boy informed seriously. “Okay!”. Facing the crowd who watched him and his mother, the little boy sported a frown, as if saying that no one was allowed to come near him. However, how could such a cute little face not attract the attention of the people around? The women, in particular, were bewildered by this little boy’s charm. Oh my God! Such a cute boy he is!’ some of them thought to themselves. He looked only three or four years old, but others could imagine how attractive he would be once he grew up. He had jet black hair with thin bangs covering his full forehead. Under his dashing eyebrows, he had bright eyes, a straight nose, lips red like cherries. The kid looked like a model walking out of the cover of a magazine. All women covered their chests with their hands. They gasped in awe as they watched the kid strut towards the exit. How could he be so cute?! Everyone really wanted to take him back! The woman was Wendy. She left Ywood three years ago with her son-—the cute little boy. Three years ago, Wendy suffered a massive hemorrhage after being severely beaten by Brian. And because Cacia stomped on her even more, Wendy lost a lot of blood, eventually sending her into a severe state of coma. Cacia later threw her into the sea–the very same thing she did to her mother. Perhaps it was because of luck, but as soon as Cacia and her companions left, the sea began to surge. Wendy was washed to the shore, whe re a kind-hearted gentleman found her and brought her to a hospital. She didn’t wak e up until half a month later. And when she did, a scar of cesarean birth was on her belly! After undergoing a prenatal check-up, she learned she was pregnant with fraternal twins

When she was sent to the hospital, the si tuation was very bad. The doctor gave her a cesa rean section, but only one of the two babies survived. According to the doctor, it w as an external force that eve ntually killed the baby girl. And although the baby boy survived, his co ndition was no better. The poor baby was born with multiple fractures and bruises all over his body. Fortunately, he survi ved after being in the incubator for half a month. Before Wendy could even see the boy, she was bent on not keeping it because it se rved as a reminder of how stupid she was! . But when she saw the baby at first sight , her heart softened. His body was red an d wrinkled, like th at of an old man’s. He was not cute at all! But w hen her finger grazed his tin y mouth, he began to suck it. At that moment, there seeme d to be a line, instantly c onnecting both their hearts. Since then, Wendy had decided that she would keep this baby no matter how hard it would be. After she was discharg ed from the hospital, she went home at once. Her family had apparently held a funeral for her. Because she knew many of Cacia’s dirty sec rets, Wendy was killed to keep her mouth shut. If she continued to stay in Ywood, she might cross paths with those people. So, she immediately fle d to the US with her ba by boy for their safety. When she first arrived in the foreign land, ev erything was difficult. As a woman, she had neith er an educational backgrou nd and nor special skills. She could only work in a Chinese resta urant where she juggled washing the dis hes and taking care of a new-born baby. It was hell, a nd Wendy though t of giving up. But, with her det ermination and gu ts, she survived. Fortunately, h er son was easy to look after. When he turned half a year old, Wendy hired a nurse to babysit him. She went on with her drea m and became a student of New York Acting College. With her eagerness to le arn, she swore to become stronger and successful! . She wanted to be stro ng enough to bring her murderers to justice! . “Mommy…”the young boy cal led, sending Wendy back to her senses in an instant. She gazed at him onl y to see the concern ed look on his face. “What is it?” sh e asked. “Uncle Roger has calle d us several times, bu t you didn’t hear him!” . “I’m sorry, honey. Mom my was thinking of som ething else just now. As soon as she raised her head, Wendy saw Roger Jo hnson by the exit, waving at them with a smile. He then strode over and took the suitcase from Wendy. “It’s alrigh t. I can carr y it myself. “Come on, We ndy. This is no big deal!” . Roger Johnson uttered, He then turne d to the little boy, ruffled his hea d, and asked, “Ray, did you miss me?” . “Unc le Ro ger!” . The little boy frowned and protested, “You can ’t touch a man’s head!”

A man? Wendy saw how her s on shook off Roger Johnson ’s big hand from his head. “I’ve celebrated my third birthday in the US. I am grown up now. Uncle Roger, you can’t ruffle my head like that from now on,” the little boy commanded, sporting a pout. “Okay, I got it. You’re a man now, Ray. So, ca n I hold you? Your mommy is not strong enough . Look, she is already tired of carrying you. “S ur e!” . The little boy extended his l ittle arms to Roger, who held him in his arms with a smile. Let’s go! I’ve booked a VIP room in Riversi de Restaurant for you. Now, I’ll take y ou to eat some re al Chinese food!” . “Le t’s go!” . And the three o f them strode t owards the car. Mea nwh ile… . “Bria n? Br ian!” . “What? What’s wrong?” . Eris followed Brian’s gaze suspi ciously, only to see passengers coming in and out of the airport. She held his arm and asked, “Brian, who are you looking for?” . “No one. I thi nk my eyes ma de a mistake…” . Brian answered as his thoughts linge red on what he saw. No! It must be his illusion! How cou ld he see Wendy Finch here? That wom an should have died three years ago. He saw the bleeding himself! In t he past three years, Brian had al ways been consumed with his guilt. Back then, when Wendy stabbed Eris with a fruit knife a nd told him that Eris purposely hurt herself with the kn ife, he kicked Wendy in her pregnant belly out of anger. At that time, he s aw blood rushed ou t of Wendy’s body. He was so worried about Eri s that he took her to the h ospital without hesitation. When he returned from the hospi tal, he heard the news that Wen dy died of a massive hemorrhage. A massi ve hemo rrhage! . And he had kicked he r heavily… . “B ria n?” . “Y ea h?” . Brian took a deep breath and he ld Eris’s waist, trying to stir his thoughts away from the past. “How was t he shootin g abroad?” . “It’s alri ght. I’ve m issed you!” . “Silly gir l!” He smi le gently. “I know you haven’t been eating well these days, so I booked a VIP room for us in Riverside Restaurant. Let’s go!” . “Oh, Brian! You really a re the best!”