A wedding night Love Affair With The Billionaire

Eliza naturally couldn't leave if Tanner wouldn't move.

But she had no idea what in the world he wanted! Catching a glimpse of the coffee pot, could it be that he wanted her to pour it for him?

As she poured the rich coffee out, its aroma filled the room.

With that, Eliza cupped the teacup and handed it to him.

"Give it a try?"

In truth, she was also curious how her first Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee tasted.

Quirking his eyebrow, Tanner took the teacup from her with the hand that fiddled her hair, not intending to let her go anytime soon.

As the coffee warmed his taste buds, Tanner was surprised; she could make a decent cup of coffee.

With a straight face, he slowly placed the cup down.

"How is it?"

Eliza asked nervously, her face filled with expectation and curiosity.

"It's alright. It's drinkable."

His bland response was a blow to Eliza, a little dejected.

What was there to be disappointed about? Tanner was not short of anything; he had plenty of people making good coffee for him. It made perfect sense for him to say that, no? Tanner could tell she was dejected; he hadn't meant to crush her, but his words turned out like that.

"Disappointed? It's already high praise."

He wanted to comfort her, but when had the great Mr. Deleon ever comforted anyone? So his stiff tone didn't sound the slightest comforting.

Eliza adjusted her mood. He was right; the man right before her was Tanner Deleon, after all. It wasn't that she wasn't good, but he was too finicky!

"I'm getting a little sleepy."

After suffering a blow, she naturally didn't want to stay any longer.

She still sounded a little croaky when she spoke, making Tanner's heart ache.

"Okay, but one more thing."

Eliza was curious. "What is it?"

Quirking his lips, Tanner held her with one hand and pointed to his cheek with the other.

He wanted a kiss.

He couldn't be any more obvious with his demand, and Eliza's gaze at him turned a little disdainful. So this was what he had in mind from the very beginning! He sat there liberally, taking in her judgemental gaze, making sure he got his kiss before letting her go.

She had to be the one to do it!

Committed, Eliza closed her eyes and inched toward him. It'd be a waste not to kiss such a perfect man. She wouldn't suffer any losses anyway!

However, she was moving slower than a slot, and Tanner couldn't stand it anymore, going in for the kiss himself.

Keeping her eyes closed, Eliza felt as if she had bumped into something soft, a little fleshy. This was his cheek? Tanner couldn't be this chubby.

But before she could open her eyes, Tanner invaded her lips! What the hell?! Wasn't it just his cheek?!

The taste of coffee still lingered in his mouth, his kiss, domineering yet gentle.

He was too gentle that night; she didn't want to push him away.

Eliza didn't resist, and Tanner didn't push his luck; the kiss remained tender and lingering.

As the kiss ended, Eliza came back to her senses only to discover she had wrapped her arms around Tanner's neck during their kiss. The two were barely an inch apart, and she could feel his warm breaths. Just now, she had succumbed to her desires again...

"I am very pleased with your performance."

Tanner's voice was husky, and their breathing was erratic. Eliza thought she was becoming obsessed with his voice; her heart would tickle every time he heard him speak.

Cupping her cheek with one hand, Tanner planted a deep kiss on her forehead.

"Go on, go to bed."

She hadn't fully recovered; she still needed to rest.

Face flushed, brain lagging, Eliza nodded blankly before making her way to the bed.

Tanner watched her leave before turning his gaze over to the coffee on his desk, smiling. It was already turning cold, but the smile on his face got him looking...

Blissful.

It was still early when Eliza stirred, and perhaps she had slept too much the day before that she felt a little heavy-headed.

Just then, Tanner's voice came from the study.

"Bring all the papers over."

Papers? He was probably talking to Fran, wasn't he?

Amidst her dizziness, she could feel one side of the bed sink.

Tanner sat beside her, feeling her forehead, ensuring her fever had broken completely.

"Come on, rise and shine."

Tanner pinched her nose as he spoke, and when she opened her eyes, she seemed to have seen him mouthed...

Piglet?

With that, Eliza was instantly wide awake. However, seeing his grave look, he didn't look like the type to give people nicknames. "Go and wash up."

There it was, his typical cold, commanding voice.

Eliza deprecated in her heart, "What did she say? Tanner's an alpha male; no way he'd do something cute like that."

Despite her heavy head, she still dragged her feet to the bathroom. After she was inside, he chuckled. "Piglet."

They went downstairs for breakfast.

It was drizzling that day, and the air was mixed with the smell of mud. The weather was turning colder, so Eliza put on a cardigan.

Like the dinner the night before, Tanner dragged her into his arms, so she sat obediently in his lap. It had been a long time since she last had the mood to watch the weather; she hadn't drawn for a long time as well. She could feel the techniques she learned from Nicholas slipping from her fingers.

Since she was in a good mood, why not do some practice?

Eliza wasn't the only one in a good mood, Tanner as well. He already instructed Fran to bring all the work over. He'd stay home while Eliza recuperated in the next few days.

Their relationship was finally turning for the better; the missus was finally smiling at him. He should strike while the iron was hot.

"Don't you have to go to work today?"

Eliza asked him as they ate. She couldn't understand why he had Fran bring all his work back home.

Breakfast was the usual, salad, sandwich, and milk. Tanner kept his focus on his plate, not looking at her.

"It's raining outside."

No way was he going to tell her the truth.

Then again, even a child could tell he was lying. Would he get even a drop of rain on him when he either drove or had the chauffeur drive him?

He was the epitome of a pathological liar, wasn't he? But then she didn't call him out, lest she didn't mind dragging herself into trouble.

So, she decided to echo his words.

"Yeah, it's quite heavy."

And she went back to her food.

Tanner looked at her coldly. It was clearly a drizzle; what did she mean by 'quite heavy'?

Not knowing she had gotten Tanner miffed again, Eliza was happily eating when her plate was suddenly taken away.

Holding her breakfast, Tanner didn't

care it was hers at all and ate away, never putting the plate down. Eliza protested, the corner of her lips still stained with salad dressing.

"That's mine..."

"It's all the Deleon's."

Breakfast or Eliza.

His words got Eliza wanting to slam her cutleries on the table. All the Deleon's? Then why give her the food in the first place?!

He was clearly bullying her.

And Tanner's gaze proved she was right. It was the second time she focused on her food and ignored him! He had really gotten himself a piglet!

"Mr. Deleon, I've brought all the papers."

The two were falling out when an inharmonious voice came.

Fran received two glares then.

One was his boss, looking entirely grim, as though saying, "I'm teaching Eliza to always put me above everything else here; why must you come and ruin the moment?!"

The other glare was from Mrs.

Deleon. However, despite her anger,

she was obviously only taking it out

on him. But did she realize her

adorable glare was just as

intimidating as an angry bunny?

Sure enough, Mr. Deleon was much scarier. Alas, he should quickly drop his boss's work down and run off. Then again, he seemed to have chosen the worst timing to show up. Though he was wailing on the inside, he looked utterly unruffled. It was the most essential quality of being Tanner's right-hand man.

"Drop it and leave."

Watching aside, Aunt Bell came in and saved the day.

"Why don't I bring them up for you, Mr. Wilson."

Fran looked gratefully at Aunt Bell. Everything was in the car, and he did not know where the study was; he happened to be in distress of where to leave the papers.

And that was the end of the episode.

Coming back to Eliza, she still

wanted to eat, looking at the man

wiping his mouth somewhat resentfully. She wasn't a fan of

sandwiches, but

Aargh, how maddening!

Tanner caught her stare and shot her a warning glance.

Just like that, she chickened out, quietly picking up her glass of milk, taking her time drinking it.

Tanner sighed. It seemed that she'd never get what he wanted with that intelligence of hers.

"Remember, I come before everything else."

Eliza was stunned. This man was way too tyrannical!

Just when she was still dumbfounded, Tanner got up.

He then straightened his sleeves.

After that, Eliza heard his voice.

"Aunt Bell, make another bowl of salad."

He took her sandwich away and handed it to Ms. Bell.

"Don't make sandwiches anymore."

He never looked over at her the entire time, but his every word was about her.

Aunt Bell obliged and immediately sent the orders to the kitchen. This was nothing to him, but it still got Eliza's heart racing.

She must have gone mad!

Tanner leaned toward her side.

"Eat up."

Hardly ever this pleasant; he really didn't want to piss her off. He had a feeling she would foolishly follow anyone who tempted her with snacks.

He gave her a glance before he left. It was... contempt! She was sure of it.

Tanner was still intimidating, but it seemed that she was no longer afraid of him from then on.

Her gaze never left even when he had disappeared from the stairs.

Everything that had ever happened to them felt as though it was just yesterday, and those horrible days all felt like a dream.

No, in actuality, she couldn't tell which was a dream, the past sadness or the present happiness.

She sat alone, lost in thought, when Aunt Bell called out to her.

It took barely any time to get the salad ready, and it was served to her in no time.

"Thank you, Aunt Bell."

She thanked her habitually.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Deleon. Please enjoy your meal."

Joyous, Ms. Bell was all smiles; she couldn't be more pleased to see Mr. and Mrs. Deleon in love.

Eliza took her time. It was the same salad, but... it didn't seem to taste as good anymore.

Hurriedly taking a few mouthfuls, she went back up too.

Tanner worked away in the study; she didn't bother him but took out her drawing block and looked out to the courtyard.

The drizzling rain moistened the earth, but even so, it couldn't keep the flowers blooming; the whole garden withered.

It was somewhat pitiful to see them all gone just like that when Aunt Bell had spent so much time and effort taking care of them, when they had kept her company for so long.

While lost in thought, her phone rang.

Pulling it out, the screen showed the name she least wanted to see, Raelyn.