A wedding night Love Affair With The Billionaire

Eliza's eyes widened in disbelief.

What did he say?

Sorry? Tanner Deleon, the Tanner Deleon would apologize?!

"By the way, when had your voice returned?"

His deep voice traveled to her ears again.

"I..."

After not speaking for a long time, she wasn't used to the sudden ability.

As she had been too tense, she hadn't even realized it. She was sure she still couldn't speak when she left the bed.

Tanner had already realized it the moment she spoke; it had been a while since he last heard her voice, after all. But it still sounded somewhat different; she'd probably have to rest her vocal chord a bit longer. However, he had let his fury get the better of him just now. He couldn't control his temper when the thought of her leaving came to him.

He had brought the topic up then to solely distract her.

He knew he must have looked terrifying and had frightened her.

"Why did you come down again?"

Tanner released her, wrapping his arms around her waist loosely.

His composure had only gotten Eliza alerted. His mood was too unpredictable; she dared not answer lightly, searching in his gaze only to find it filled with anticipation.

Staring at him with vigilance, she replied carefully, her voice still rather weak, a little croaky, laced with doubt.

"Make you... coffee?"

It was an answer, but it sounded more like a question.

"Go on then."

Tanner said as he ruffled her hair, his eyes smiling.

Eliza's heart fluttered looking at him, but at the same time, dubious. She couldn't believe she saw affection in his eyes; she must be dreaming!

Adjusting her breathing, she tried to regain her senses.

Then, she caught the ceramic shards that were still on the ground.

"But this, I... I should clean the floor up first."

Eliza bent down as she spoke, still feeling a little scared from their exchange earlier. She did not know the actual reason Tanner was angry, only thinking the houseplant must have been really important to him. Tanner's hands were still on Eliza's waist, and with a gentle lift, she was back standing.

"Someone will see to it tomorrow."

How bad would his heart have ached if she cut herself picking up the shards? Her only task now was to make him coffee.

With that, he led her to the kitchen without another word.

As they passed the stairs, Eliza deliberately checked the sides. There weren't any switches, so how did the lights switch on when he came down?

As if he could read her mind, Tanner gently twisted the spherical structure with his free hand.

And just like that, the brightly lit hall turned pitch black.

Eliza was taken aback. What sorcery was that?

The darkness only lasted for a moment before the lights switched back on again, and Tanner withdrew his hands at the same time.

"This..."

Eliza still hadn't recovered from the surprise.

The spherical design was very common; possible to find it in any other homes as well, so she never thought to touch it.

"There are lots of secrets in this house. This is only one of them."

Tanner kept one arm around her as he said indifferently, leading Eliza to shudder, a little scared.

Why did she have a feeling this house was as unfathomable as its owner?

Arriving at the kitchen, Tanner consciously reached for the coffee of his choice from the cabinet.

The coffee beans had been processed beforehand. All Eliza needed to do was grind and make it.

Taking over the bag, Eliza didn't need to take a closer look to know it was Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee. The Deleons sure were an affluent family; even their coffee was the finest.

"You still have a lot of work, don't you. Why don't you head upstairs first?"

When Eliza noticed Tanner had no intentions of leaving, she hurriedly shooed him away.

Though he was a sight to behold, he would still distract her!

She didn't want to leave too bad of an impression on him, seeing it was her first time making him coffee.

Holding the bag in her hand, she felt somewhat uneasy. Even though she knew how to make coffee, she had never used such expensive beans before.

What was more, this was authentic Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee, and its annual output was very little, still hadn't been imported to the area, hence the high price. If this daily consumable was taken seriously the price could increase ten folds.

The Stone family hadn't reached this level of luxury.

Meanwhile, Tanner stood.

And his stillness only got Eliza anxious.

"Go on, go back up!"

Tanner tried to hold back his smile; grumpy Eliza was too adorable to him. He had to admit, her annoyance would make him happy. Unknowingly, his Eliza was slowly acting more and more like his wife.

He didn't leave immediately but inched closer to her instead.

Growing wary, she backed up as he advanced.

Backed up against the cabinet, nowhere to run, Tanner leaned closer, propping his arms against the cabinet, trapping her within. Eliza knew she couldn't retreat any further, but she kept leaning backward. However, he would inch closer the more she leaned. Being in such an intimate position got her heart pounding wildly against her chest.

Tanner then leaned against her ear and whispered.

"No sugar, please."

Originally blushing, Eliza became stumped hearing his words.

Tanner's smile slowly turned into a mischievous grin, having the urge to tease her again.

"Were you expecting something?"

He cooed in her ear with his mesmerizing voice, gently blowing on it while doing so.

She wasn't expecting anything, okay?!

Eliza's blush turned from bashful to annoyance, shoving him out angrily.

"Get out, shoo, scram!"

Tanner smiled brightly with his back facing her. He was happy, so he didn't mind being shoved at all.

Right then, he looked like any ordinary husband, face brimming with joy.

Too bad, though, Eliza didn't catch his smile.

After pushing him out, she slammed the door shut.

This man, seriously!

She took a deep breath; since he was now out of the way, she should get down to business.

The big bag of coffee had already

been unsealed, so Eliza guessed he already had a few cups of it before. But she had never seemed to have seen him drink coffee before had she?

SUMS

Taking the grinder, she put some beans in before pressing the 'fine' button. She knew the more concentrated the coffee was, the better it tasted. Everything was going smoothly, but her mind wandered a little; furious Tanner still left a minor trauma in her.

A pair of strong arms suddenly circled her waist, and the next thing she knew, she had fallen into a man's embrace.

"How's it going?"

It was Tanner's voice.

Shocked, Eliza couldn't believe he was still here. Hadn't he gone upstairs?!

Despite being a little flustered, she concealed it well.

"It's almost done. Why did you come back down?"

Tanner didn't answer her.

He had indeed returned to his study, but he couldn't focus, his mind constantly wandering to his beloved in the kitchen.

She must have looked gorgeous attentively making coffee, as alluring as when she was engrossed in her art.

Since he was wasting time sitting here, he might as well go downstairs. And sure enough, he couldn't help approaching her when he saw her in an apron, making coffee.

The red mark from when he grabbed her neck still hadn't faded.

With one hand, he slowly caressed her neck.

The intense aroma of coffee lingered in the air then. Eliza stiffened at his action, nervous, despite the gentleness.

"Tanner..."

Seeing Tanner put his hand down, she thought he had felt her nervousness. However, he then started nibbling her neck, making her tickle, a little uncomfortable.

Unable to see his expression, Eliza suddenly got bold.

"Nibble, nibble, nibble; what do you think my neck is? Bread sticks?"

Her sudden complaint got Tanner stumped for a moment, and his gaze darkened.

Bread sticks? What kind of analogy was that? Then again, was she... inviting him?

And just like that, he twisted her words.

"Is this an invitation?"

Tanner's deep voice traveled to her ears, and the next thing she knew, he turned from nibbling to biting.

His hands got busy in the meantime as well.

"Stop it! The coffee is almost ready."

Eliza cried out, wanting to stop his actions. She was making coffee, yet he came to turn her on!

Focused on squirming, she didn't even notice she sounded tender.

However, just as she thought she'd have to outsmart him, he immediately quieted down after she spoke, keeping his arms wrapped around her waist, only nibbling her neck every now and then.

After a long time of siphoning, the coffee was finally ready.

Eliza reached out to switch the burner off; being in his arms, her face was burning hot and the arm holding the handle was shaky.

"Come on, you can do better than that."

Despite his criticism, he placed his hand on hers and helped her pour the coffee into a serving pot.

They had never had such a moment before, leading Eliza to be bashful.

"Aren't you busy with work? Why don't you head upstairs, and I'll bring it up."

"Okay."

He planted a kiss on the back of her ear before letting her go. She didn't look back, only hearing steady footsteps fade away.

She couldn't believe it; since when

was he so easy to talk to? Anyhow,

he had finally left. She always had a hard time breathing whenever he was around. Now that he was gone, she slowly let out a murky breath.

How come she had never realized Tanner could be so clingy?!

Eliza served as she wondered, taking a tray out gingerly placing the serving pot and cup onto it.

The lights were switched on her entire way up to the second floor. Tanner must have done it when he came up.

Being a girl, Eliza was naturally sensitive to such behavior and thought it hadn't been easy for Tanner to be able to go to such lengths for her.

She'd be lying if she said she wasn't moved.

Entering the study, she saw him taking a nap with his elbow on the desk, propping up his head.

The warm lights shining on him made him look shadowy and dreamy.

As the strong aroma of coffee slowly wafted through the room, Tanner slowly opened his eyes.

With that, Eliza walked to him and placed the tray on his desk before leaving, never saying a word.

But no way was Tanner going to let her go so easily. Unsurprisingly, she fell into his arms again. "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Tanner fiddled with a lock of her hair while propping his other hand on the table, blocking her path.

It seemed that she'd have to express something, or this troublesome man wouldn't let her leave.

"Rest early."

Eliza said superficially and even deliberately looked concerned.

However, Tanner didn't budge; his gaze turned intriguing.

"I still have a lot to get done."

He'd love nothing more than being in bed with his Eliza, but he had delayed these documents for far too long, so it was impossible, or he wouldn't have her making him coffee.

He wasn't too happy with her response. She clearly knew he had to work overtime, yet she still decided to annoy him with 'rest early'?!☐☐☐☐☐☐