All Chapters of HIS SECRET WIFE: Chapter 161 - Chapter 165

I ate breakfast awkwardly. The doctor had checked me then said he would liaise with my previous doctor, switch my file to him because he would take over everything concerned with my health. I was not sure how comfortable I was with that. I had loved my doctor but we would see how it went and I would switch back if not happy with Ryan’s. I loved that Ryan’s doctor did house calls so I did not have to visit the hospital. I was eating and Ryan was just staring at me. The sun rays were coming from behind him, making him look like God’s favorite demon. He wore suit pants and a white shirt which was simple but somehow looked so good and so expensive. Of course the top buttons were open, showing his chest. He wore a gold necklace. He looked ravishing, a bad boy in his true form. His hair was neat but in a messy way. I kept stealing glances at him from the side of my eye while gulping my food down. My manners were out of the window, I was starving and they had set up a large table just for

I am sure Ryan regretted asking what I was reading, and the other two were blaming him. Not only did I completely turn the music off, I told them the story from the very first book I had read. Even when he got a call I paused then continued as soon as he dropped the call. No one had ever asked me about my books. This was my time to shine, and I was so happy because it was the best romance series ever. Did I talk all the way to my hometown? Yes, yes, I did. “In fact, I think all men should read romance novels. They wouldn’t be so bad in relationships. Actually, they could learn a lot.” Was my final sentence as I huffed out, done telling them about the romance series I was reading. “Are we done now?” Ryan asked, seeing how hopeful he was. I had tortured him way too much; I felt bad pushing on. “Yep, that’s where I am right now.” I said back gleefully, lucky for him, or he would be hearing more about the brooding single cowboy dad who was too prideful to realise he was in love with

I cried myself a river silently in the backseat while the rest of the car was eerily silent. Ryan’s head and shoulders were on my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair. My head told me to leave, my heart told me to stay. I knew which to listen to but for some reason I was reluctant. It was too early for this. There were no attachments at all. It should have been easy to pack my bags and leave. I heaved and a hiccup followed. In my head I kept playing it over and over again, it got scarier the more I went through it. What was Ryan going to do with my dad?The cry pulled out again and the cycle began. I just wanted to fold myself into a ball and drown in my sorrows. My eyes caught on my ring and I stared at it. Was it really worth it? I knew it wasn’t. Knew he wasn’t. What if he turned violent with me? What if next time he would be charging to me? What if he did and Sean is not there? It was the longest drive of my life. When we reached the house Sean jumped out and walked around t