It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

The room was filled with sunlight shining brightly from the cracks in the worn-out wood as well as from the holes in the walls or broken roof, so Ramon could deduce that they were in an abandoned hut far from settlements.

Since whoever brought him here left him in such an open place with a high probability that someone else would see him here, it was no harm to think that this place was deserted.

But, who was the man in front of Ramon? His face was invisible, obscured by shadows, though he could clearly see the two men standing beside him.

Those two faces… Ramon would remember their faces.

Ramon then noticed that his hands and feet were tied to the bench he was sitting on and also the blood dripping from the wound on his forehead. What really happened to him? Why was he in this condition?

Ramon couldn't have been so reckless and made such a rash decision that he could have put himself in danger, could he?

But, all of this indeed happened, Ramon was sure that it really happened. Was this what happened before he had the accident? At the time when he had disappeared for two days?

So, he was kidnapped? By whom? And how could that be?

Various questions swirled around Ramon's head because this was so unreasonable. Knowing himself well, he was sure that he had a backup plan. But….

Ramon then squinted at the man in front of him. However, he could only make out his body outline while his face was still hidden in the dark shadows.

Then he heard his voice as he started to speak. A deep voice, like someone who had the habit of smoking a box of cigarettes every hour.

"You'd better die like your father," the man said.

The voice was so low and relaxed, as if he was talking about trivial things, but filled with threats that were not to be taken lightly.

Of course Ramon recognized that tone, because he always used that tone when talking to his enemies. And, they both knew it wasn't just a threat.

The man then leaned forward, about to say something else, but the sun was so hot it seemed to be getting brighter because after that Ramon was blinded by the light and couldn't see clearly.

And the next thing that happened was; a loud screeching sound of metal clashing echoing in Ramon's ears. The sound was so loud that it was deafening, making Ramon's head spin violently.

Ramon assumed this was when he had an accident that caused him to lose his memory.

But, how did Ramon escape from that mysterious man? Because at that moment, Ramon could actually feel such a powerful killing aura from him. The man intended to kill him at any cost.

However, Ramon managed to escape and ended up in an accident...

That was what Ramon thought, as he still couldn't remember the details. Fragment after fragment of his memory began to return to their respective positions, but still there were parts that did not fit with the other parts.

And when Ramon felt his body crash, he opened his eyes with sweat drenching his body, even though the room was so cold.

That memory again...

It took Ramon a while to calm himself down and catch his breath. He then rubbed his face roughly and tilted his body, looking for Hailee to find peace. Because by hugging his wife close, Ramon could feel better.

However, when his hand was outstretched, Ramon couldn't find Hailee, the place beside him was empty and cold.

Ramon quickly sat on the bed, his dark eyes looking at the empty space and then around the room, but could not find his wife.

"Hailee?" Ramon called his wife in a hoarse voice. He then got off the bed and walked briskly toward the bathroom.

The bad images of the past he had just recalled made Ramon feel uneasy, he felt his safety was being threatened. It didn't matter to him, since he was never really in a safe situation, but this would be a serious problem if Hailee was involved.

Ramon wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.

With quick steps, Ramon went into the bathroom and found that the room was empty. Hailee wasn't there, so where was she? In the middle of the night like this? Did something happen to her?

All sorts of bad thoughts began to eat away at Ramon's senses and made it difficult for him to think logically and trust his intuition that Hailee was okay.

Who would sneak into this house with Ramon's heavy guard and take Hailee away without him knowing?

But once again, Ramon's logical mind was overcome by his excessive worry.

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Hailee entered her parents' room hugging the jacket she was wearing.

For some reason, she couldn't sleep well tonight. Maybe because this was the first time she really came home after what happened to her.

Of course Hailee never thought that after the last time she stepped out of the house, she would return as a wife to Ramon Tordoff and pregnant with their first child.

Hailee wrinkled her nose because the room still smelled of Aileen's room spray, even though her parents' belongings, which her adoptive sister had stored in the warehouse, had been returned to their original place, the remnants of Aileen's existence were still lingering there and this made Hailee furious again.

This room was a bit different from what Hailee remembered, but overall, being in this place brought back sweet memories with her parents.

Hailee remembered how her father looked at her mother lovingly and how her father taught her to walk or the unfunny jokes he made and made Hailee frown in confusion because it made her mother laugh.

Maybe it wasn't the joke that made her mother laugh, but it was because they were together and it made her happy.

Hailee then sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the photo of her parents on the nightstand beside the bed, as memories clouded her mind.

But, the nostalgia didn't last long, Hailee felt her attention split when she heard the sound of the door opening and saw Ramon walking into the room.

Ramon didn't say anything, he just walked over to Hailee and hugged her tightly, burying his face in his wife's shoulder.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Hailee asked confusedly.

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