19 Swapping roles

Waking up at almost 2 p.m, Lyla feels baffled. She thought she's just going for a nap after crying so much but who knows she end sleeping for almost 4 hours and she haven't even eaten her lunch yet. Looking at the side, Dylan already woke up quite a while as his side has turn cold. She hurriedly went to the bathroom to freshen up and went out to look for Dylan. She saw him sitting on the sofa and typing away on her laptop. She frowned.

"Hubby, what are you doing?" Dylan who already knew she woke up glance up before pulling her make her sit beside him and land a short kiss on her lip.

"I'm helping you. I don't want you to tire yourself with this small matter. Leave the rest to me and just concentrate on your restaurant."

"You know what i want to do?" She asked. More like surprised actually because the things that she created is complicated considering her brain is different than others.

"You can call me a genius as well." Lyla feels like she want to cough blood. Now she knew how it feels when she always brag to others about her being genius. It's seriously annoying and shameless.

"You're not busy?"

"I left everything and you can say i'm jobless at the moment."

"You think i believe that? You think i don't know about your other venture?"

"Since my wife is so smart, I really need to upgrade my security measure. To let my wife easily hacked into my information that others have a hard time looking for is really shameful."

"Nah,,, i already done that. Deleted everything and replace with a 'new' one." Dylan couldn't help but feel proud. He married her out of the blue and he didn't expect anything else from her. What he didn't realize, he married a precious gem that suits him.

"Then i'll let you observe my other ventures while i handle your work. Observing is easier than wrecking your brains for the tender and the one that you're creating. With your idea, i knew what you're trying to do. I'll fill you in again after i'm done with it. You can see if it's right or wrong." Lyla nodded. She only enter the business world because she want to avenge that family and give back the company to whom it should belong. Speaking about that, she just remember something.

"While you're on that, can you help me to train someone?"

"Who?"

"It's Xander Thorne. He's supposed to be the next CEO of Grandeur Company that my grandparent chose. But due to that family's greed, he was locked away and have been through the same ordeal as i was only his imprisonment was a bit longer. I only manage to save him three years ago but he's still not looking good."

"What's his relationship with your grandparent?"

"You could say they adopted him. He's my adopted uncle. I think my grandparent trust him more than their children. But suddenly he went missing when i was 12 years old. He was 18 years old at that time. I just knew it got something to do with the fake family."

"Alright. Just tell me how to meet him. I'll make him the perfect CEO. Too bad your grandparent didn't choose you. With your IQ, i think you could be the Queen in the business world."

"No, thank you. I prefer my life to be peaceful. Money is good but it won't last long."

Dylan kiss her soft, plump lip after hearing her say that. Living with her for almost two months made him understood she prefers her freedom more. Moreover, with a past like hers of course she would choose what she have at this moment. Her life is simple and he understood all of that. Because when he was at his peak, there are moment he just felt annoyed when he signed numerous of proposal and travelling here and there just for the sake of business. The more money one have, the more he felt disgusted by it. Everything is extravagant and luxurious. The clothe that he wore will be judge to the tiniest what type of body wash he uses. But now, he feels free. No one would instruct him to do this and to do that. His wife never judge him and his wife taught him to walk around leisurely to just enjoy the surrounding. Go to the grocery and learn the art of bargain. Living this way in such a modest lifestyle makes his heart felt at ease. He's not chasing after time. He only chase his wife and his own happiness. This is their freedom and with her by his side it just make everything so perfect and solid.

"Wife, should i just be a house husband while you go to work?" Lyla laughed out loud listening to his question.

"You wish. It's not in your bone my dear. I know you will start working the moment i stepped out of the house. It's hard to get rid of old habit. Plus, it's your passion. Why threw it away? Just keep it minimal. I don't want to be left alone for months again. If you do that, i'll just announce i'm your mistress and not your wife." A booming laughter can be heard when she finish her sentences. When it subsides, Dylan put the laptop aside and land few light kisses on her face.

"I seem to remember someone have been saying she's the mistress whenever i'm away last time. Should i really teach you how to be a good mistress or should i be your master?" He put out the double meaning to her making her face flushed. Looking at her like that, in no time he trapped both of her hand and tie it with some sort of soft rug to it.

"It seems like i should probably teach you the master way." And to prove his word, he showed it to her to the point she felt breathless and almost passed out. Even so, he still haven't done with her. Both of them didn't know when it will end but all he knows by the time he finish with her, Lyla would be feeling annoyed with him tomorrow.