His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 570 Quite Confession

She pressed a soft kiss to the spot she had licked. Then another. Then another, trailing them lazily across his chest, following the path of smooth, warm skin. His flesh was warm beneath her lips, tasting faintly of sleep and Leo, and she could not get enough.

Her hand joined the exploration, fingers tracing the lines of his pectorals, the ridges of his abdomen, the curve of his hip where the blanket had slipped down. She touched him like she was memorizing him, every muscle, every scar, every inch of skin that made him him.

In his sleep, his arm tightened around her. It pulled her closer. A low, unconscious sound rumbled in his chest.

Bella’s heart swelled so full it hurt.

She lifted her head again, studying his face. Still asleep. Still peaceful.

But something in his expression had changed, just slightly. The ghost of a smile at the corner of his mouth. A slight deepening of his breathing.

Was he dreaming of her?

The thought made her stomach flutter all over again.

She leaned up slowly, carefully, and pressed the softest kiss to his lips.

"I love you," she breathed against his mouth.

Then she settled back down, tucking her face against his chest, her body molding perfectly against his. Her fingers resumed their idle tracing, light, absent patterns on his smooth skin. His heartbeat thrummed beneath her ear.

The morning light grew around them, painting the room in shades of gold and rose. Somewhere outside, birds had begun to sing. The mountain air drifted through a cracked window, cool and fresh.

But Bella noticed none of it. All she noticed was him. The warmth of him. The scent of him. The way he held her even in sleep, like he would never let go.

She closed her eyes, a peaceful smile on her lips, and let herself drift in the haze of morning, warm, loved, utterly content.

His arms tightened around her again, pulling her impossibly closer, and she felt him press a sleepy kiss to the top of her head.

"Mm... Bella..." His voice was rough, barely conscious, just a murmur against her hair.

She smiled against his chest.

"Go back to sleep," she whispered.

His response was a low, contented sound, and then his breathing evened out again, deep and peaceful.

Bella pressed one last kiss to his skin.

When Bella woke up again, sunlight was pouring through the windows in warm golden streams, and the clock on the nightstand read a terrifyingly late hour.

She bolted upright in bed, heart racing.

Leo was standing by the window, already dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, charcoal gray, crisp white shirt, a tie that made his eyes look even more striking. He was holding a cup of coffee, looking impossibly calm and handsome, like he had stepped out of a magazine spread.

"Oh my God!" Bella’s voice came out in a panicked squeak. She threw the blankets off, scrambling out of bed. "Why didn’t you wake me up? I need to get ready. I need to do my hair, my makeup. I need to—"

"Calm down, Bunny." Leo’s voice was smooth, unhurried, a warm anchor in her rising tide of panic. He set down his coffee and walked toward her, his hands coming up to rest on her shoulders. "I’ll help you."

Bella shook her head frantically, already backing away toward the bathroom. "No, no, no, there’s no time. I have to shower. I have to figure out what to wear. I have to—"

She disappeared into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her. And then she stopped.

Her favorite shampoo and conditioner were set out on the edge of the sink, arranged neatly. A fresh loofah hung from the showerhead, still wrapped in its packaging. Soft, fluffy towels were folded on the counter, along with her bathrobe. The water temperature had already been set, steam rising gently from the shower.

On the small shelf near the mirror, she found her skincare products arranged in the exact order she used them. Her razor, new and unused. A hair mask she had mentioned wanting to try weeks ago.

He had remembered. He had prepared everything.

Bella pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her frantic heartbeat slow.

He had thought of everything.

She stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the last of her panic. By the time she emerged, wrapped in one of those fluffy towels, her hair damp and her skin glowing, she felt calm again. Ready.

She opened the bathroom door and stepped back into the room.

And there, laid out neatly on the bed, was her dress.

It was beautiful. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

A soft, delicate pink, the color of early morning roses, of whispered secrets, of everything gentle and lovely. The fabric looked light as air, flowing and feminine, with thin straps and a sweetheart neckline that would frame her collarbones perfectly. A subtle shimmer ran through it, catching the light like scattered rose petals.

Beside it sat a small velvet box, jewelry, she guessed, and a note.

She picked up the note, recognizing Leo’s sharp handwriting.

Take your time. I’ll be waiting. — L

Bella pressed the note to her chest, a smile spreading across her face.

When she looked up, Leo was leaning against the doorframe, watching her with that quiet, intense gaze that always made her stomach flip.

"Better?" he asked.

She nodded, still smiling. "Better."

He pushed off from the doorframe and walked toward her, stopping just close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from him. His hands found her waist, his thumbs tracing slow circles through the towel.

"You’re beautiful," he murmured. "Even with wet hair and no makeup."

She blushed, swatting his chest lightly. "You’re biased."

"I’m honest."

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "I still need to do my makeup."

"I know." He kissed her forehead. "I’ll wait."

She turned to the dress, running her fingers over the soft fabric. The pink was perfect, delicate and romantic, exactly the kind of thing she would have chosen for herself. She looked back at him, her eyes wide with appreciation.

"Leo... it’s perfect."

He just chuckled, looking at her with calm amusement. "Aren’t you getting late now? Get ready. We have to reach the venue."

Bella’s eyes went wide all over again.

"Right. The venue. The wedding. Oh no." And then she was off.