Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 46: Boundaries Blurred

Delphinia lay on her side, staring blankly at the ceiling of Evander’s room, her thoughts a chaotic mess of annoyance, disbelief, and... was that warmth? She groaned and shoved a pillow over her face, trying to shut out the confusing emotions.

To her, Evander Walton was many things.

He was cunning—always scheming, always a step ahead.

Manipulative—she’d lost count of how many times he’d backed her into a corner with a mere smile.

Arrogant, selfish, and oh-so-annoying.

But damn it all, he was also handsome.

That annoying thought refused to leave her alone. His sharp jawline, the way his dark hair fell just right, and those piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through her—everything about him was infuriatingly flawless.

And yet, this ridiculously perfect, irritating guy was her husband. A marriage born of circumstance, riddled with complications, and yet here she was... in his room. No, not just his room. His bed.

She shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the mattress, making sure to position herself as far from him as possible. The massive bed could comfortably fit five people, even so, she stayed at the far side of the bed, afraid that getting closer might overwhelm her. If she fell off, so be it. At least it was better than accidentally brushing against Evander in his sleep.

Her gaze darted to him briefly, then quickly away. He was already asleep, lying on his back with one arm draped lazily across his chest. The soft rise and fall of his breathing seemed to mock her restlessness. How could he sleep so peacefully after throwing her entire world into chaos?

Delphinia tugged the blanket closer, her thoughts spiraling. Why on earth had she agreed to this? What had gotten into her?

"This is crazy," she whispered under her breath, glaring at his sleeping form. "You’re losing it, Delphinia. He’s completely lost his mind, but you? You followed him straight into it."

Was it fear? Was she so terrified of being chased out of this house that she couldn’t say no to his ridiculous demand? Wasn’t leaving exactly what she wanted in the first place?

Or... was it something else?

She sighed, turning onto her back and staring at the ceiling again. The idea of leaving the house, of leaving this strange, unpredictable life she’d built with Evander and Ashton made her heart ache.

She didn’t want to admit it, but she’d grown comfortable here. She couldn’t imagine waking up without hearing Ashton’s laughter echoing through the halls, or... seeing that tired face Evander gave her when he acted like he didn’t care about her nonsense.

The thought made her bite her lip. Why did he care so much? Evander could have ignored her, left her to her own devices, but he never did. He always gave—whether it was the money, the house, the title of Mrs. Walton, or even this absurd excuse to bring her closer.

Her eyes drifted back to him. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, the sharp lines of his face softened by the dim light from the bedside lamp. The blanket was pulled up just enough to reveal his broad shoulders, and she couldn’t help but notice how vulnerable he looked like this. Vulnerable, yet still utterly in control.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you really after, Evander?" she murmured under her breath.

Nothing in this world came without a price. She knew that better than anyone. Was he expecting something from her? Something she couldn’t give?

Her body?

Her cheeks flushed as the thought crossed her mind. Oh no. No, no, no. Don’t even go there, Delphinia. She pressed a hand to her burning face, willing the blush to disappear. But the idea had taken root, and her heart betrayed her, beating faster with every passing second.

It wasn’t her fault, really. Anyone would feel flustered sharing a bed with a man like Evander. A powerful, successful, and annoyingly attractive man who could make her pulse race with a single look.

Her thoughts spiraled further, and she groaned, covering her face with her hands. "This is ridiculous," she muttered.

But what if... what if he did want that? What would she do? Could she even say no? Her heart raced painfully at the thought, caught between fear and excitement. She rubbed her temples, trying to shake the wild scenarios playing out in her mind.

With a sigh, she turned on her side again, facing him. Her eyes tracing the gentle curve of his face. He looked... approachable like this. Not the calculating businessman or the frustratingly smug husband, but just a man.

Delphinia couldn’t help the small grin spreading across her face as a ridiculous idea popped into her head. What if I grabbed a pen and drew on his face? she thought, biting her lip to hold back a laugh. She could picture it now—a curly mustache, maybe some freckles. The image was so stupidly funny she nearly snorted.

Her eyes drifted to his messy hair. Or what if I clipped a pink ribbon in it? That thought almost sent her over the edge. She giggled quietly, the sound slipping out before she could stop it.

She froze, glancing at him to see if he’d heard. Nope—still out cold, looking all calm and peaceful. Her grin grew wider. "You’d look so dumb, Evander," she whispered under her breath, the words barely audible.

Her hand moved on its own, as if she wasn’t even controlling it, a single finger reaching out to lightly tap the tip of his nose. "Please don’t ask that of me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I don’t know if I can give you that."

For a moment, she lingered, her hand hovering above him. Then, with a sigh, she pulled it back and nestled into the pillow, closing her eyes.

She didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, she would try to sleep.

And maybe, just maybe, she would dream of a world where things made a little more sense.