A wedding night Love Affair With The Billionaire

Chapter 58 Sorry

Dinner could have ended swiftly. However, because of Tanner, they ate for over an hour.

"Feed me."

The reason was that after Eliza finished her meal, the great Mr. Deleon suddenly 'couldn't move' his

limbs anymore.

Which led Eliza to glance at Tanner in disdain as though saying, "As if you can't move your arms!"

Tanner then replied to her with a threat.

"Or, you'd prefer to spend the rest of the night with me like this?"

And he proceeded to reach for the strap as he spoke.

Fearful, she immediately scooped up his food.

Okay, seeing how he had taken care of her for an entire night, feeding him really was nothing.

After they finished their meal, Tanner scooped Eliza into his arms and carried her upstairs.

Sure enough, he could finally feel some weight in Eliza after she had eaten.

Tanner still had some work to do, so Eliza took a shower before going to bed alone.

The lights had all been switched off when Eliza went to bed. Unfortunately, she had more than enough Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

sleep that day, so she didn't feel sleepy at all.

The study was still brightly lit, but she couldn't see what Tanner was doing from where she was at.

For the first time, she got curious about his study.

What did Tanner look like when he was focused on his work?

He was just right there; she wouldn't disturb him if she only went and sneak a peek, right?

With that in mind, she got out of bed. Learning her lesson from that night's dinner, she changed into a

nightgown, one with no buttons or zippers.

In fact, she had been deliberating if she should go shopping for some onesies instead. "It'd definitely be

safer!" she mused.

To avoid making noise, Eliza did not wear her slippers.

She didn't dare to turn the lights on either, sneakily feeling her way over in the dark.

Thankfully, the moonlight was enough for her to see.

Slowly, she reached the door of the study. The room was warmly lit, great for working at night.

Seeing that he would scribble on papers every now and then, she assumed he must be reviewing

paperwork.

She could also see stacks of folders piled up like mountains on Tanner's desk.

And he'd scrutinized every single one of them.

Eliza watched for a while, but Tanner was too engrossed in his work to notice her.

He must have a lot of things to worry about, or he wouldn't constantly be rubbing his forehead, right?

Having that thought, her heart ached for him. This was probably the first time she had felt so toward

this man.

He must be shouldering a lot on his back to appear so resolute all the time.

She chewed on her lip; she had decided, hadn't she? To do something for him when he had done so

much for her.

However, she really couldn't think of anything the great CEO of Moth Intelligence would need.

Then, an idea came to her mind. She could probably do that.

Eliza trotted downstairs. Aunt Bell and the others had already retired to their rooms.

Tanner never arranged for the servants to attend to them 24/7.

Afraid of being discovered, Eliza did not turn on any lights, and the pitch-black environment got her

feeling fearful.

Memories flooded her like a tidal wave. Her stepfather would sometimes take her mother and sister to

dinner parties when she was little.

"Eliza, be good and stay home, okay? Don't leave the house." her mother would tell her.

Then, her sister would whisper to her, "Eliza, I'll bring you some food when I come back."

"Hurry up!" Marco would irritably urge her mother.

And they would all leave.

Then, the whole house would be pitch black.

One night, she had gone out of her room to get some water. It had been a moonless night; because of

how dark it was, she couldn't find the switch, so she only slowly inched her way down, feeling the walls.

However, it was a strange night. She would've been able to tell where every room was even if she was

blind, yet she couldn't find the kitchen for some reason. It was pitch black, and she was all alone.

"Mom, Raelyn!" she called out.

She was scared, but no one seemed to be able to hear her.

Her pace quickened with time, but she just couldn't seem to find the kitchen, and she nearly burst into

tears, terrified.

She had no idea how long she had been walking before she realized she had finally returned to the

stairs.

Without a single hesitation, also forgotten she had come out for a drink, she raced back to her room,

hiding under her blanket.

And ever since then, she dared not leave her room for no reason whenever she was left alone at home.

……

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, Eliza made up her mind.

She was scared because she was little back then. Plus, this was the Deleon's residence, not the

Stone's.

What was more, Tanner was right upstairs.

Thus, she adjusted her breathing, clenched her fists, then gathered her courage.

She remembered there weren't any switches by the stairs. The closest one was a few yards across

from her.

With that, she inched her way there. Faint moonlight shone through the front door but was not bright

enough to illuminate her path; her surroundings were still dark.

But even so, it still gave her a sense of security.

As Eliza walked, she seemed to have kicked into something, startled.

It was then she recalled there was a houseplant there.

She had been feeling the walls, but with the houseplant right there, she could only feel around it.

Unfortunately, she accidentally kicked the bottom of the houseplant in the process and lost her balance.

She reached out to grab something in a panic but tripped and fell, bringing the entire plant down with

her.

And the ceramic pot shattered.

She had screwed up.

It was the first thought that came to mind.

……

Tanner was dealing with some contracts upstairs, and it was silent all around until the sound of a heavy

ceramic shattering came from downstairs.

And his gaze turned menacing in an instant.

By right, there wouldn't be anyone on the first floor at night when all the servants had retired.

Eliza should be asleep too.

Then… Who could have steered clear of the hidden security at the gates?

Since when could people come in and out of a Deleon's territory as they pleased?

Tanner got up unhurriedly, carrying the dignity of the Deleon family's successor.

He didn't go out but turned to the bedroom instead. He had to first make sure Eliza was there.

He turned the lights on to discover the blanket had been lifted, but the shoes were still by the bed.

The room was still how it was supposed to look; only Eliza was missing!

"Eliza! Eliza Stone!" Tanner tried his best not to roar, growling.

She would've worn her slippers if she had gone downstairs, but they were still here. Then…

The thought of Eliza possibly being kidnapped immediately brought fear to Tanner, charging downstairs

in a panic.

Eliza…

Tanner arrived downstairs in no time.

He twisted a small spherical mechanical part at the bottom of the stairs.

With that, the lights on the first floor lit up all at once.

And he was finally at ease when he spotted a curled-up figure not far away. She was okay…

But then something struck him, and his gaze turned grim again.

Eliza had been squatting, thinking of what to do with the shards, when the sudden brightness blinded

her momentarily.

When her eyes finally adapted to the brightness, she discovered she had ruined a perfectly potted

houseplant. Anything from the Deleons must be valuable…

On the other hand, Tanner leaned against the handrail and looked at her coldly.

A slight pang of guilt crept into her heart when their eyes met, and she averted her gaze, looking

elsewhere, not daring to look into his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Tanner asked.

His tone was cold and monotonous.

She must have come down barefooted at such a late hour to avoid being discovered by him.

But what was she trying? Was she sneaking out?!

Eliza had wanted to say she wanted to make him coffee, a little pick-me-up.

However, she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud.

Despite her eagerness to do something for him, she was still rather… embarrassed to say it herself.

Besides, she had just screwed up; she should apologize first, no?

"I... I accidentally knocked down the houseplant. I'm sorry."

Her face appeared pale after all that shock.

Tanner's expression changed in a flash, noticing something, but then turned livid in no time.

To him, her ashen face was because she was startled, caught trying to escape.

He then slowly walked over to her.

And grabbed the woman still squatting on the floor up.

Eliza was still in a daze, but she quickly returned to her senses when she was suddenly lifted up and

pinned against the wall. By the time she reacted, he had grabbed her by the neck.

Her dainty face blanched in an instant.

Eliza's neck was thin and slender, and he could snap it if he used a bit more strength.

F*ck! He still couldn't bear to do it. Even if she wanted to run away, even if he was rough, he still made

sure she didn't step on any shards.

The veins on his arm bulged, not because of how hard he grabbed her but how much he restrained

himself.

He had to use all his reasoning to stop his hand from choking her.

A maddening thought then came to him.

She wanted to run away! She actually wanted to run away!

"What are you trying to do?"

His growl was like never before, and his fathomless gaze burned with fury.

Eliza was rendered dumbfounded. She had only broken a pot, but Tanner's eyes were bloodshot,

looking as though he'd strangle her at any moment.

Did the plant mean a lot to him?

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it-"

She wanted to apologize, but Tanner interrupted her impatiently.

"Say it; what were you trying to do?"

His growl shocked her, rendering her gaze somewhat dull.

"I wanted to make you coffee."

Though he grabbed her neck, he didn't put much pressure on it; she could breathe fine.

She was genuinely scared, blurting out her words, sounding breathless, and her breathing was rapid.

As she stood trembling under his grip, Tanner was stunned.

She… She was just trying to make him coffee? Seeing that Eliza was truly scared, Tanner ruled out the

possibility that she was lying.

However, he also knew even if she were really lying, he would still choose to believe her.

He'd choose to be in denial when it came to her.

Her answer put out his raging anger in an instant, replaced with deep affection.

As his tensed muscles relaxed, he pulled her into a tight hug.

He had wronged her.

The hug was more intense than any other the two had ever shared, and Eliza felt Tanner knocking the

air out of her lungs as though he wanted to knead her into him.

Fortunately, the hug didn't last too long, but just as she thought she could finally breathe, he attacked

her lips.

Eliza was already stupefied, and now with all this, she was even more befuddled.

And she was still in a blur when Tanner calmed down.

By the time she focused her gaze on him, he was looking uneasy; what a rare discovery.

"Are… Are you okay?"

Eliza's voice was as soft as a mosquito.

Still feeling out of breath and scared out of her wits, she wondered if she had driven him mad. Why did

he look more unpredictable now?

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to break the pot. It must have meant a lot to you, right?"

This silly girl. How could a mere pot be any more important than her to him?

However, he did not intend to explain his rage to her.

Gently pulling her into his arms, he buried his head in the crook of her neck, sniffing her scent greedily

Her scent could ease his mood even better.

"I'm sorry. It's all okay now."