A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

The night grew later.

When Bryson looked at Audrey, his eyes were filled with pity and affection.

Audrey was so tired that she didn't even want to move any fingers. Her hand ached with tiredness after three hours' hard work.

"Are you still tired?" Bryson pinched her fingers and looked down at Audrey's small face.

Audrey glared at him. "Of course."

"Sorry."

He said sorry, but he did not look apologetic at all.

Audrey yawned and asked, "Where did you go tonight?"

Bryson's face suddenly darkened.

"Nothing. You are sleepy. Go to sleep."

"All right." Audrey nodded and fell asleep almost instantly.

Audrey's tired sleeping face and lowered his head to kiss her forehead. He

was playing an online

not even turn around. "Audrey, my door is not locked. What do you want? Just

saw Harold sitting in the corner

"Where are your pajamas?"

not Audrey. He continued to stare at the

from Harold's wardrobe and walked out. From beginning to end, Harold did not

...

sound of the alarm clock. She reached out to turn off the alarm clock. However, just as she reached out, there was a cracking sound

her hand hurt

last night. How could her hand still hurt so much after waking

to turn off the alarm clock. However, Bryson

the room was

tired, withdrew her hand and closed her

chuckled and said, "Sleepyhead, you should get up

was woken up by Bryson's voice. She suddenly opened her eyes

stuttered in shock, "You ...

smiled mischievously, "What

breath tickled her