My Bratty Wife

Ryan groaned playfully, rolling his eyes in mock frustration. "Always on time," he muttered, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Enter, Davis."

Davis opened the door, his expression apologetic. "I’m sorry to disturb you, Your Grace," he said, his gaze shifting between Ryan and Suzy. "But there are messages to reply, signatures to sign, deals to approve. It’s past the time to get ready, Your Grace."

Ryan sighed, but his expression remained lighthearted. "Very well then," he said, turning to Suzy and noticing the fleeting shadow of disappointment that crossed her face. He quickly turned back to Davis. "Just bring everything here," he instructed. "I’ll do that here. I promised Her Grace I’d be spending the rest of the day by her side." He looked at Suzy, and saw her face light up with joy. He continued, "Bring the Duchess’s work here too."

"Of course, Your Grace," Davis replied, bowing slightly. "And there’s also an important letter to attend to."

Ryan sighed dramatically, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation. "Of course there is," he said, his voice laced with playful resignation. "Just put it on the table, Davis. I’ll get to it later."

Davis nodded, placing the letter on the bedside table. He bowed again and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Ryan turned back to Suzy, his expression softening. "As I was saying," he continued, his voice low and intimate, "I’m staying here with you today." He gave her a playful grin. "Even if Davis tries to stop me."

Suzy, her earlier disappointment completely forgotten, reached out and took his finger, gently kissing the tip. "I’m glad," she said, her voice filled with warmth. The rain continued to fall outside, creating a cozy atmosphere in the room.

Davis returned shortly, carrying a stack of papers and documents. He placed them carefully on the nearby table, organizing them neatly. "Is there anything else, Your Grace?" he asked.