Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 At Least He’s a Man

Chapter 141 At Least He’s a Man

Ryan noticed that Whitney was still here.

Ryan’s heart softened.

The coldness in his eyes faded, replaced by a gentle light, as if starlight had quietly filled them.

He stared at the closed door for a long time.

The light was still on.

After a moment’s thought, he turned and walked toward the kitchen.

In no time, Ryan was carrying a cup of milk as he made his way to Whitney’s room.

He stood at the door and knocked.

After a few knocks, there was no response from inside.

Ryan called out softly, “Whitney, are you asleep?”

Still, there was no answer from inside.

Ryan said, “I’m coming in.”

After a few seconds of silence, Ryan reached out and turned the doorknob.

The door wasn’t locked, so it opened easily.

The light spilled out, casting a glow over him.

Ryan looked into the room.

The bed was neat and empty.

Ryan’s gaze shifted.

He spotted a small figure curled up at the desk.

Whitney was slumped over the desk, her hair spilling down and veiling half her face.

Her eyes were closed, and her lashes cast two delicate shadows under the light.

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As she slept, she didn’t have that usual striking allure that made her every smile and frown so captivating and intense. Instead, she looked a bit docile, almost well-behaved.

Her gentle profile was so soft that it made Ryan’s heart melt a little.

Ryan moved gently, setting the milk down on a nearby table before quietly walking over to Whitney.

He stepped as lightly and slowly as possible, not wanting to disturb her.

When he reached the desk, he finally noticed that Whitney’s face was resting on a book.

It was an old book, its pages slightly yellowed, and the writing inside was all done with a pen. Each character was meticulously written by hand.

Ryan glanced at it.

The page was filled with methods for cultivating bugs.

Next to the old book was a small notebook, its pages already packed with dense, meticulous notes.

A pen dangled loosely between Whitney’s fingers.

She was clearly studying bug techniques and taking notes.

He wondered, ‘When did Whitney start getting interested in bugs?

‘Should I try to please her by getting a couple of high-level bugs?’

As he pondered, Ryan bent down and gently gathered Whitney into his arms.

He moved as softly as possible, making sure not to wake her as he gently held her close.

Then, carrying her, he walked toward the bed.

Even though Ryan moved as gently as possible, there was no way Whitney wouldn’t notice being picked up.

Whitney lazily half-opened her eyes, sleepiness clouding her gaze.

She let out a low, raspy murmur. “Mm… Ryan.”

Chapter 141 At Least He’s a Man

Half-asleep, she caught a glimpse of Ryan’s profile.

Hearing her voice, Ryan lowered his gaze, and her face was reflected in his eyes.

His gentle voice, like a lullaby, drifted softly into her ears. “I’m going to carry you to bed.”

She didn’t struggle at all.

Once she realized it was Ryan, her half-open, seductive eyes closed again.

She was relaxed, like a lazy cat.

Hearing Ryan’s voice, she murmured a lazy “mm.”

Then she tilted her head and nestled into Ryan’s arms.

She didn’t resist him at all.

Her reaction made a gentle smile slowly bloom across Ryan’s face, his eyes softening.

Ryan thought, ‘Does this mean she trusts me so deeply, and relies on me so naturally?’

Ryan’s lips quirked into a soft smile.

He tiptoed over and gently laid Whitney down on the bed.

Whitney, totally relaxed and without a hint of caution, snuggled into the sheets and drifted right back to sleep.

Ryan felt a bit exasperated.

The pride he’d felt was quickly replaced by a sense of being at a loss.

He thought, ‘Is she really this defenseless around me?

‘Seriously, I’m a guy. Can’t she be a little more careful?’

Ryan turned back to the desk, reaching out to switch off the lamp.

But then his eyes fell on the old book lying open on the desk.

If he wanted to cater to her interests, he needed to find out exactly what kind of bugs Whitney wanted to raise. So he sat down.

He began to carefully go through Whitney’s notes, one page at a time.

But as he kept reading, his calm expression gradually turned grave, a shadow settling over his face.

After a long while, Ryan closed the old book and the notebook, setting them down on the desk.

He stood up and left the room.

Outside, it was still pitch black, like before.

But it felt colder than before.

The notes he’d read flashed through his mind, one after another.

He lifted his hand and placed it over his chest.

He thought, I actually have a bug inside.

‘And that bug is the cause of my current condition.

‘Whitney had pushed herself so hard that she passed out at her desk, all to figure out a way to cure me of the bug.

‘Seeing those seven or eight pages packed with Whitney’s notes, I could tell how tough it would be to get that bug out of me. She’d really been racking her brain over this.

‘Who could’ve done this to me? Who would go so far as to put a bug inside me?

‘And all this time, I hadn’t had the slightest clue.

‘To slip a bug into me without me noticing, and keep it hidden for ten whole years.

‘Only someone right by my side could’ve managed something like that.

“Who could’ve done this?’

Ryan narrowed his eyes, thinking hard about everyone around him, trying to figure out who might have slipped a bug into

him.

Just then, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

Ryan turned around.

Davis, who had been fast asleep, rubbed his sleepy eyes and stumbled groggily toward him.

Chapter 141 At Least He’s a Man

When Davis saw Ryan standing at Whitney’s door, he instantly snapped awake.

He rushed over, threw his arms wide, and shot Ryan a look as if he were guarding against a wolf. “What are you planning to do to my mentor?”

Ryan gave him a cool glance, then looked away, his gaze drifting toward the pitch-black living room.

His eyes were shrouded in deep and unfathomable.

Ryan’s sharp profile was shrouded in the dim night, a cold and serious vibe settling over him, as if the darkness itself cjung to his face.

Davis kept his arms wide, staring Ryan down for a good while, but seeing Ryan stand there without doing anything.

It was as if Ryan were about to melt right into the shadows, almost becoming part of the pitch-black night/

Davis finally dropped his arms and stepped up next to Ryan. “You know everything now, don’t you?”

Ryan was about to answer.

His gaze flicked toward Whitney’s room.

He headed for his own room.

Davis quickly followed after him.

Once they were inside Ryan’s room, Ryan finally asked, “After I passed out, what did Whitney say? Is there any way to deal with the bug in my body?”

**

The next morning, by the time Whitney got up, Ryan already had breakfast

ready.

She washed up and headed downstairs.

Ryan served breakfast right in front of her.

Whitney looked around. She thought, ‘If there were food, Davis would’ve already shown up by now.””

“Where’s Davis?” she asked.

Ryan sat down next to her. “He headed back to the Medical Association early this morning. There’s a big seminar tomorrow, and he’s the keynote speaker, so he has to get ready.”

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