My Bratty Wife

The sky outside Ryan’s study window had deepened to a dusky blue, the last remnants of daylight fading into the approaching night. Inside, the warm glow of the oil lamps cast long shadows across his desk, illuminating the parchment where he scribbled notes.

However, his focus was fractured, his gaze frequently drifting towards the window, his brow furrowed with worry.

He had been growing increasingly anxious about Suzy’s delayed return. He had repeatedly asked Davis and the maids about her whereabouts, but each inquiry was met with the same response: she had not yet returned. The uncertainty gnawed at him, a knot tightening in his stomach. He fought the rising urge to mount his horse and ride out in search of her, reminding himself that she was likely safe, simply delayed. Yet, the image of her carriage being attacked, or something worse, kept flashing through his mind.

He tried to distract himself with work, but his thoughts kept returning to Suzy. He tapped his fingers on the desk, a rhythmic pattern that betrayed his growing anxiety.

Just as his anxiety reached its peak, Davis entered the study, his expression calm and reassuring. "Your Grace," he announced, "The Duchess’s carriage has just pulled into the courtyard."

A wave of relief washed over Ryan. He let out a sigh he hadn’t realized he was holding. "Finally," he murmured, a smile spreading across his face. "Thank you, Davis."

"Should I escort her to her chambers, Your Grace?" Davis asked.

"No, that won’t be necessary just send for the maids to see to her needs. " Ryan replied, his smile widening. "And please, call Noah to my study."

Davis bowed and left the room, leaving Ryan to gather his thoughts. He stood up, stretching his stiff muscles, and walked to the window. He watched as the carriage door opened and Suzy stepped out, her silhouette framed against the fading light. He couldn’t wait to see her. He was glad she was safe. He felt the tension leave his shoulders. He was ready to hear about her day.