His Personal Fucktoy? This Doll Just Snatched His Strings... And His World Is Unraveling novel Chapter 99

Chapter 2

When Ryan slipped into bed. I pretended to be asleep. He carefully lay down and gently pulled me into his arms.

Then, almost reverently, he pressed a kiss to my forehead before pulling me closer, his breathing evening out within minutes.

But I remained awake.

Eventually, I slid out of his hold and padded to the study, uncorking a bottle of red wine and tilting it straight to my lips. The burn was sharp. grounding

Was 1 only good for “practice” because I was older and “low–maintenance“?

Emma, how the hell did you end up like this?

Tears blurred my vision. I lost track of how much I drank, only registering the way the room tilted when I tried to stand. My knees hit the hardwood floor with a jarring thud.

Ryan startled awake to an empty bed, his gaze snapping to alertness.

“Babe, why didn’t you wake me if you were up?”

Then he caught the scent of alcohol clinging to me, and he was off the mattress in a flash.

“What the hell, Emma Collins! You’re on your period and you decided to drown yourself in Merlot? What the actual fuck?”

He only used my full name when he was truly angry, but I instinctively didn’t want to respond. I slurred my words as I pushed him away.

“Don’t… don’t touch me.”

But when his palm brushed my forehead–burning under his touch–his voice softened instantly.

“Stop messing around. We need to go to the hospital now.”

I swayed, my head swimming. The word hospital sent a jolt of clarity through me.

“No. Just… let me sleep it off. Stop hovering.”

He let out a sharp laugh, already bundling me into his coat and carrying me out the door.

Within minutes, he had me in the car, then at the hospital, checking in, blood drawn–all with terrifying efficiency.

By the time I realized what was happening, the doctor was calling my name.

“Patient number 17, Emma Collins.”

“Number 17, Emma Collins, please report to examination room three.”

My name echoed repeatedly over the PA system.

Ryan half–coaxed, half–forced me toward the door, but I reluctantly dragged my feet.

As we struggled, a sweet feminine voice suddenly interrupted.

“Ryan, what are you two…?”

Hearing the voice, Ryan immediately released me and rushed toward the girl, anxiously looking her up and down.

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“Why are you alone? Where’s your coat?” His hands framed her face scanning for injuries. “Are you sick? And why the hell are you dressed like that in this weather?”

Olivia pouted dramatically before finally stamping her foot

“Just some hormonal issues. Doctor said I should. uh get a boyfriend” Her gaze flicked to me, loaded with implication. “Unlike some people. apparently

Ryan thicked her forehead, but his tone was fond. “Don’t be ridiculous. She’s just an employee.”

Then, without hesitation, he shrugged out of his sweater, tucking it under Olivia before yanking my jacket off my shoulders to drape over her bare legs

“No skirts above the knee in the future, got it?”

Olivia’s lips curled downward. “I just wanted to look sexy. Don’t all guys like that?”

“Who gives a damn what guys like? You don’t need to show skin to anyone.” He was already guiding her toward the exit. “I’m taking you home.”

Throughout this entire exchange, Ryan never once looked back at me.

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The irony wasn’t lost on nie. ved parading me in bodycon dresses at his corporate mixers, even though I hated the stares. “I want them jealous,” he’d murmur against my ear.

Yet with Olivia? He’d lock her in a gilded cage if he could. The difference between a plaything and a treasure had never been clearer.

I pressed my lips together and walked into the consultation room. The doctor frowned after reviewing my test results.

“You have PCOS. Natural conception would be difficult for you. You’re four weeks along now.” Her pen tapped the lab results. “You need to decide–keep it or terminate. Either way, don’t wait.”

Leaving the consultation room, I nearly fainted, a nurse caught me before I hit the floor.

Due to my poor physical condition, hospital policy required a guardian for discharge.

After considering everyone I knew, I could only call Ryan.

I called many times, but no one answered. Eventually, his phone was simply switched off.

After resting for several hours, I was finally allowed to go home.

The wind was brutal, cutting to my bones, and my only outer coat had been stripped off by Ryan.

On the way home, I kept thinking about the doctor’s words–whatever decision I made needed to be quick.

Two days, I decided. That’s all I’d allow myself to wallow.

Then I pushed open the front door–the apartment filled with laughter.

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