A Bird in the Cage

Chapter 26

Chapter 26 What Should You Call Me?

Bitterness immediately filled up her heart. All her resistance only brought her back to the start. No

matter how hard she struggled to escape, she was still trapped in his solid cage, unable to break free.

However, she refused to accept the reality and was extremely unwilling to be stuck between him and

his wife.

“I’ll hate you if you insist on doing this to me!”

Hearing her words, Ryan was stunned for a moment, and then his face fell.

Reaching out his finger, he lifted her chin and met her gaze. There was a strong sense of loath and a

trace of desolation in her eyes. Something

immediately tugged at his heartstrings.

Ignoring that feeling, he continued with a harsh tone, “I don’t care if you hate me or not. Now go and

get me a cup of tea!”

It turned out that he really didn’t care about her at all. She was just an insignificant presence to him.

(This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)When sorrow brewed to a certain extent, her

heart went numb and her feelings for him completely died. She had no choice but to obey his orders

and demands.

Sliding off his lap, Catherine refrained from crying. From now on, she wasn’t going to shed a single tear

for him.

She took the cup and walked out the door, while Ryan ruffled his hair in frustration.

Initially, he wanted to pull her onto his lap and pepper her with kisses. His original intention was

to seduce her or to try to make her fall in love with him, but what he did was entirely different from what

he had planned. It was as if his actions had deviated from his initial intentions when he was with her.

Soon, Catherine brought the cup of tea into the room. Even though she brewed the same packet of tea

using the same way, it tasted different because the emotions she poured into it were different from

before.

“Prepare a full-course meal for dinner tonight. Now go, I want to eat before 6.”

“OK,” she replied curtly. It sounded as if she was yielding to fate, but at the same time, it also sounded

like a silent protest. How ironic! She just declared that she wasn’t going to cook for him anymore in the

afternoon, but now she had no choice but to take back her words. What else could she do with her

lowly status?

Furrowing his brows, he continued working in silence.

At 5:50, Catherine had dinner prepared.

Knocking on his door, she entered the room after getting his permission. She cleared her throat and

informed, “Dinner’s ready, Mr. Walker.”

“What did you call me?” He looked at Catherine, who was wearing an apron, in surprise.

“Mr. Walker.”

“Why are you calling me like that?” He strode towards her and stared at her.

“I’m being polite, Mr. Walker.” She wanted to remind herself to draw a clear line with him.

He could have her body, make her do things for

him, and treat her as a servant, but he could never have her heart. She already decided to keep distant

from him.

“There’s no need for that.”

“But you want me to obey your rules. Calling you Mr. Walker is just to remind me of my identity.”

“Oh? Does that mean you’ll obey all my orders now?” The corners of his mouth curled up in

amusement.

“Yes, Mr. Walker.”

“Call me hubby!” he blurted but was shocked by his own impulsiveness.

Catherine looked up at him in surprise. He quickly realized that he took the joke seriously. He was

actually looking forward to this hypocritical woman calling him hubby in a sweet and gentle

tone, just like how Jasmine called him.

Their gazes collided in the air like a spark of lightning. In addition to surprise, there seemed to be

something else in their eyes.

To avoid his burning gaze, Catherine lowered her head and apologized softly,(This novel will be daily Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

updtaed at www.noveljar.com) “I’m sorry, Mr. Walker.

This isn’t within the range of service.”

Ryan couldn’t believe she wouldn’t call him that way! Damn it! But he was even more damned. He was

actually a little disappointed that she didn’t call him hubby. Perhaps this was a man’s nature-whether he

loved her or not, he just wanted her to love himself. He wanted to force her to call him hubby, but he

was afraid that she would know his intentions.

Turning his head away, he snorted, “Are you serious? Do you really think I want you to call me hubby?

(This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com) Only Jas can call me that way! You wish!”