CEO Ex-Husband, Don't Bother Me

Chapter 212 - 169: Smooth Progress

It was Walter Jennings’s first long-distance business trip since starting his own company. That evening, he found himself packing his own suitcase. Normally, this was a task for the lady of the house, but said lady was currently locked in the study, agonizingly pulling out her hair over a bout of writer’s block. She was in no mood to play the part of the perfect wife, so he had to fend for himself.

After he finished packing, she had yet to emerge. He glanced at the time, grinding his teeth in frustration. He was leaving on a business trip tomorrow, and instead of spending a tender evening with him, she was going to stay cooped up in the study all night?

He knew she was pregnant, so they couldn’t exactly have a *thoroughly* tender evening, but her dismissive attitude was infuriating. Sometimes he felt like such a failure. Here he was, an outstanding man, and he couldn’t even compete with some romantic fiction!

He stomped off to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, the bedroom was still empty. He marched straight to the study and knocked on the door. "Willow Summers, you’re not planning on coming out tonight, are you?"

’If she dares to say yes, I’m kicking this door in.’

Her impatient voice drifted out from inside. "Ugh, you nagging me over and over is so annoying! I’m almost done, just five hundred words left!"

Inside, she was fuming. ’Damn it, why did I have to get writer’s block *now* of all times? Doesn’t the universe know my husband is about to go on a business trip? I need to lay down the law! What am I supposed to do if a man that handsome cheats on me while he’s away?’

Her attitude infuriated Walter Jennings all over again. How had this turned into *him* being the unreasonable one? Gritting his teeth, he returned to the bedroom, plotting how he was going to torment her later.

He was leaning against the headboard reading the news on his phone when the author in question finally finished her update and shuffled in, slippers flapping. With a head of messy hair, she hollered at him, "Give me your phone!"

He retorted irritably, "What? Decided it’s time for a spot check now?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Are you going to give it to me or not?"

In the end, he could only sheepishly hand over his phone. She took it without a word, turned around, and walked out again. A moment later, she returned, gave the phone back to him, and went straight into the bathroom. He, however, could not remain calm. He snatched up his phone and began swiping through it frantically, trying to figure out what on earth she had done.

But after searching for a long time, he couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary. He was instantly disappointed; he had actually been looking forward to her doing *something* to his phone, but to his dismay, he found nothing. Annoyed, he tossed the phone onto the nightstand, leaned back against the headboard with a stony expression, and waited for her with his arms crossed.

But when she came out, she completely ignored his poker face, lifted the covers, slid into bed, and calmly ordered him to turn off the bedside lamp so they could sleep. He snorted, switched off the light, and pulled her into his arms in protest. "I’m leaving for my trip tomorrow..."

"I know!"

She gave a long, comfortable stretch and closed her eyes. He was about to lose his temper when she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck. Blinking her sparkling eyes, she cooed, "Hubby, no matter where you go, you’d better remember you’re a married man, okay?"

"Mm-hmm."

With just that one soft-spoken sentence, his chestful of anger evaporated completely.

The next day, while he was at a dinner entertaining clients, his phone rang. Only then did he understand what she had done the previous night, because his ringtone was now a song that went like this:

I’ve got a wife, and she loves me a lot; whether she’s pretty or not was my choice. I’ve got a wife, so don’t you tempt me; I can’t betray her and run off with you. I’ve got a wife, so please don’t love me; I can’t promise you any happiness. I’ve got a wife, and I made a vow; I will only love my wife for my entire life. She must have taken his phone last night to change the ringtone to this. He didn’t feel embarrassed by the sound in the slightest; on the contrary, his lips curved into a doting smile. He thought to himself that this was exactly what he loved about her—that cheerful, ridiculous, adorable personality of hers.

He politely excused himself to a woman who had been sticking close to his side and a few other clients, then stepped out of the private room with his phone. By the time he returned, all the chattering women had automatically distanced themselves from him.

Naomi Shaw never expected to see Sean Donovan among the conference attendees. Although Sean Donovan had left Donovan Hospital, he was still an internationally renowned pharmacist; he could attend almost any medical conference he wished. The moment she saw him, her heart gave a violent lurch.

Ever since learning about Sean Donovan’s true identity, the only thing she felt toward him was terror. In her eyes, the most terrifying people weren’t the ones who looked fierce and menacing on the outside, but those like Sean Donovan—the kind who appeared gentle and harmless on the surface, but were in fact evil beyond redemption.