The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 304: [ Volume 1] Chaper - Scripted

Was it possible he was aware of how rattled she was? How could he have known? Her thoughts were scrambled as she tried to collect herself. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her mind desperately seeking control, even as her voice faltered.

"Honey... um..." Esme hesitated, her mind struggling to catch up with the situation

Seeing this, Ryan looked at her with confusion and then turned around slightly and said, "Wait a minute."

Soon, he took out three novels from inside the pillow and then picked out one of them-Bound by Desire. It was one of the most hardcore porn novels that Esme had seen. Her mouth was wide open as she saw the novel in Ryan’s hand and instantly understood.

That bastard Aron had trapped her again.

Esme’s face turned as red as a ripe tomato, her hands twitching at her sides as she struggled to keep her composure. She cleared her throat, trying to sound calm but failing miserably. "Um, honey," she said, her voice wobbling like jelly on a plate. "What are you doing with that... that book? Give it here, and I’ll throw that filthy thing out!"

Ryan looked up from the book, blinking like an innocent puppy caught chewing a slipper. "But... isn’t this the one you gave me?"

Esme’s jaw dropped, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. "Who said I gave that to you?" she demanded, her voice hitting a note she hadn’t reached since middle school.

Ryan tilted his head, his expression pure confusion. "Aron said you did. He said you wanted me to... prepare."

Esme’s blood pressure skyrocketed. "Prepare?" she squawked, her voice a mix of disbelief and a barely contained scream. "Prepare for what?"

Ryan, as calm as ever, shrugged and replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "For our first night."

Silence. Dead, deafening silence. Esme’s face went from red to crimson to "oh no, someone call the fire department." "W-WHAT?" she finally sputtered, her voice cracking like an old chair. "First night?!"

Ryan nodded, still unfazed, flipping a page in the book. "Yeah, Aron said it’d be helpful. It even has diagrams."

"Diagrams?!" Esme screeched, her hand flying to snatch the book. "Give me that!" She slammed it shut and held it away from Ryan like it was radioactive. "We’re burning this, and I’m having a very long chat with Aron."

Ryan tilted his head again, his confusion giving way to curiosity. "But why? There’s even a Chapter on—"

"Nope! No Chapters, no pages, no nothing!" Esme declared, clutching the book like she was protecting the world from a supervillain. "And for the love of all that is holy, stop being so calm about this!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Ryan blinked. "I thought I was supposed to be calm for our—"

"Don’t. You. Dare. Finish. That. Sentence!" Esme barked, her eyes wild.

Esme, still recovering from her earlier embarrassment, tried to avoid Ryan’s gaze as he stared at her. But the longer he stared, the more awkward she became. After what felt like an eternity, she finally couldn’t take it anymore.

"W-what?" she stammered, her face glowing redder than a fire truck.

Ryan didn’t answer right away. Instead, he just kept staring at her with a look that could’ve melted steel. Esme shifted nervously, her mind racing, trying to figure out what he was thinking. Was it her hair? Her shoes? Her sudden realization that she was a walking disaster?

Finally, Ryan bent down slightly, crawling towards her on all fours like some sort of overly dramatic predator—except he didn’t have the grace of a panther, more like a slightly confused puppy trying to play it cool.

Esme took a step back. "What are you doing?!" she squeaked, her heart racing as he inched closer to her, stopping just near the bed.

He looked up at her with narrowed eyes, his voice dead serious. "If this isn’t for our wedding night, then why did you give that book to another mer?"

Esme froze. "What?" she gasped, completely caught off guard. "No! I—I—wait, what do you mean, ’another mer’?" she stammered, waving her hands frantically. "It’s not like that!"

Ryan stared at her with a blank face, his lips tightening as if he were trying to piece together a complex puzzle. "Now I understand," he finally said, his tone flat and calm.

Esme froze. There was something about the way he said it that made a chill run down her spine. A strange, ominous feeling started to rise within her, like the next words out of his mouth were going to flip her entire life upside down. And, as always, her instincts didn’t disappoint.

"Hm," Ryan muttered thoughtfully. "It’s okay." He gave her a small, reassuring nod, as if he were a wise sage about to impart life-changing advice.

Esme blinked. "O-okay?" she stammered, confusion swirling in her mind like a hurricane. "What’s okay?"

Ryan turned to her with a serious expression, tilting his head slightly. "I’m a doctor," he began in his calm, professional tone. "I’ve studied human behavior. I understand... people have fantasies."

Esme’s eyes widened, alarm bells blaring in her head. "Wait, what? What fantasies? Ryan, where are you going with this?"

Ryan didn’t miss a beat. He tapped his chin as if pondering a great philosophical truth. "It’s not sinful," he continued, "for you to have a thing for married, already child-rearing parents."

Esme’s jaw dropped so hard it practically hit the floor. "W-WHAT?!" she shrieked, her face turning a shade of red that could rival a stop sign. "What are you even talking about?! I do not—oh my gosh, Ryan, no!"

Ryan nodded solemnly, his expression still completely serious. "Right, right. Denial is the first stage. I’ve seen this before."

Esme groaned, pulling her hair in frustration. "Ryan, I am not in denial! There’s no... no weird fantasy! It’s just a dumb mix-up!"

Ryan gave her a knowing look, as though he were a sage elder who had seen this exact situation unfold a thousand times before. "It’s okay, Esme," he said with a gentle smile. "We’re married. You don’t have to hide your preferences from me. I’m very open-minded."