Billionaire's Sweet Wife

I was still irritably stuffed my head with a quilt when Ryan Campbell knocked on the door.

Ryan Campbell came in and looked at the bed, which was wrapped in a ball. He was so enraged that talking seemed pointless .

He walked into the bathroom, squeezed toothpaste on my toothbrush, returned to her bed, lifted my duvet, and pulled my lips open and stuffed the toothbrush in, much like what my father had done when I sas a child.

I jumped out of bed, grabbed my toothbrush, but my mouth was full of toothpaste, and I couldn't talk. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

He also stayed by the door, looking at his wristwatch, to remind me that "there are still eight minutes to wash and change clothing."

"You are sick!" I cried from the bottom of my heart as I spit out the mouthwash in my mouth.

He wrung his brows and walked to the bathroom. "Did I say anything to you last night?"

I know he did not ask me to swear, and I also know that swearing is wrong, but he can't stand it!

Ryan Campbell entered the restroom, shut the door, and pushed me back against the sink. His voice was so icy that it made people shiver. "Hmm... I'll think about how I can punish you so you remember."

I felt guilty at first because I was still aggressive. "Get out of the way!" I yelled as I swallowed my saliva.

"You should mind your temper." He bowed his head and put his kisses on my lips, reaching out and clamping my tilting head...

My eyes were wide open in horror, and I fought hard, but my power was insufficient to fight him.

The kiss was so lengthy in the little area that it was suffocating that Ryan Campbell glanced at me, a little breathless, before releasing me.

Before I could begin cursing, he added, "If you swear again, I will kiss once. This punishment may be considered a prize for you. You can scold every day if you want. You have four minutes left." Saying that, I walked out of the room carefully.

That kiss really messed with my thoughts.

I didn't put up a good mood for him after that day. And I didn't swear again.

Ryan Campbell didn't yell at me to get up when it was my turn to take a weekend trip. Instead, he microwaved my breakfast and went to the company by himself.

I was exhausted after getting pregnant. I didn't get enough sleep before going to work. I didn't get out of bed until eleven a.m. today. When I noticed the time, I assumed my phone was broken.

I ate the breakfast he left behind at midday, which was far superior to my typical lunch. After all, when I'm alone, I frequently eat quick noodles.

Lying on the sofa in the living room, watching TV for a bit, admiring the beautiful weather outdoors, changing clothes, and I impulsively walking to the flower shop to buy some potted plants and seeds.

Ryan Campbell returned at 5:30 and spotted me busy on the balcony. "What are you up to?"

I turned my back on him and became silent.

Ryan Campbell stepped over and looked at the mud she had formed, thinking that the small girl enjoyed making these flowers and plants and didn't mind her. "I have to go back at 7,00 in the evening, Grandpa's eightieth birthday, my clothes are at your door, tidy up myself, and leave out at 6,30," she simply stated.

My hand paused briefly before returning to usual. I could hear it, but I didn't want to talk to him.

Ryan Campbell didn't linger long before returning to his place.

When I lived alone, I always felt like there was something missing. It's great to have a girl that enjoys pounding.

He sat in the living room reading financial publications, while she worked on potted plants on the balcony. The crash sound of pottery made him feel like he wasn't alone in this house from time to time.

He urged me to change at six o'clock.

He handed me a lotus pink skirt with a little V-neck and a high waist that won't suffocate my stomach. The style is lovely, and the size is appropriate.

Ryan Campbell stood beside the door, staring at me up and down. For the first time, he chose clothes for a lady and was concerned that they were unsuitable.

Ryan Campbell's pov

She is so amazing!

She is not tall, sand she has white skin. This little face with delicate facial characteristics is incredibly adorable, except when she is angry and swearing.

Ryan Campbell hung the gift, shut the door, and came up behind me, saying, "This is for Grandpa later, just pretend you purchased it."

I looked down and sighed inwardly because he was really cautious. All of this was taken into account, but my expression indicated that I didn't care.

It was around seven o'clock when I arrived at the residence. I grabbed his hand in mine and entered the field at his request. I've always felt compelled to meet his relatives tonight.

I delivered a gift to Grandpa with Ryan Campbell, and with Ryan Campbell, he met many people, elders at home and friends at work.

Only his family knew I was Ryan Campbell's wife, and the rest of them didn't seem to be interested, perhaps thinking I was Ryan Campbell's date or something.

"If you're tired of walking, go over there and sit for a while. I'll go buy you some food."

I don't know anyone here. All night, my cheeks will be stiff with laughter. It's preferable to locate a quiet area and sit down to await.

Ryan Campbell promised to bring me food, but he didn't show there for quite some time. I got up and went foraging by myself after being pestered and talked by an acquaintance.

There was plenty of food in the food section. I was avaricious. On the plate, I placed a snack. When I was ready to return with a drink, Mrs. Campbell appeared out of nowhere, snatched what I was holding, and exclaimed, "I've been looking for you everywhere, Irene. Ryan, why are you here by yourself?"