Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 188: Drunken Vows

Evander stepped into the grand foyer of his mansion, his strong arms cradling Delphinia like a bride. The woman in his arms was dead weight, her head resting against his chest, strands of her soft hair brushing against his chin. Her eyes were shut, lips slightly parted as soft breaths escaped her mouth. The faint scent of alcohol still clung to her, mixing with the delicate fragrance of her floral perfume.

He was fully aware of the curious gazes following him— from the maids to the security guards stationed by the entrance. The night was well into its depths, casting long shadows on the marble floors, but the staff had seen enough to know better than to question their master’s late-night return. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Only one dared to step forward.

"Mr. Walton?" Sienna, the head maid, greeted politely, her brows knit together in surprise and confusion. Her eyes flickered from him to the woman in his arms. "Is everything alright, sir?"

Evander’s lips twitched into a faint smirk, not missing the curiosity in her voice. He knew Sienna well enough to recognize the questions she was holding back—questions she wouldn’t dare ask aloud.

Her gaze flickered once more to Delphinia before quickly returning to him, the crease between her brows deepening ever so slightly. But like the loyal servant she was, she kept her composure, waiting for his orders without pressing further.

"Everything’s fine," he said, voice low and steady. "Is Ashton asleep?"

Sienna nodded, though her eyes lingered on Delphinia. "Yes, sir. He went to bed hours ago."

Evander exhaled softly, relief washing through him. Of course Ashton would be asleep by now. It was well past midnight, and the boy always went to bed on time. Still, he had to make sure.

Without another word, he carried Delphinia past the maids and climbed the grand staircase. The soft glow of the wall sconces illuminated the path, casting warm, golden hues across the corridor. The faint creak of the wooden steps echoed in the silence.

He pushed open the door to one of the guest rooms and gently laid Delphinia down on the plush mattress. The moment her head hit the pillow, she let out a soft sigh and shifted, curling onto her side like a child seeking warmth. Her mouth hung slightly open, her chest rising and falling in steady rhythm.

Evander’s lips twitched, a quiet chuckle escaping him.

"Delphinia Harrington, huh?" he murmured to himself, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face.

What the hell had he done?

Marrying a woman he’d only just met—and in a drunken haze no less—was the definition of insanity. He’d always prided himself on being a man of control, of logic. But tonight... tonight he’d thrown every bit of reason out the window.

Yet, despite the madness of it all, something about this woman intrigued him. Something he couldn’t quite put into words.

With a quiet sigh, Evander straightened and backed away. He grabbed an extra blanket from the closet and draped it over her sleeping form before turning off the lights.

He walked to his own room down the hall, his mind a tangled mess of questions he didn’t have the answers to. The alcohol still lingered in his veins, making everything feel both too vivid and slightly hazy at the same time.

Tomorrow, he’d figure out what the hell to do.

**

Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, casting golden streaks across Evander’s face. He blinked against the brightness, groaning softly as he sat up in bed. His head throbbed faintly—remnants of the night before still lingering.

Before he could fully gather his bearings, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He reached for it, squinting at the name flashing on the screen.

Hugo.

Evander swiped to answer, bringing the phone to his ear.

"What?"

"Good morning to you too," Hugo’s voice drawled on the other end. "How’s married life treating you? Or should I say... did you sober up yet?"

Evander pinched the bridge of his nose, already regretting answering the call.

"What do you want, Hugo?"

"Just checking if you’re ready for me to handle the... situation." There was a pause before Hugo added, "You know, the annulment. Divorce. Whatever you want to call it. The faster, the better."

Evander’s brow twitched in irritation.

He probably thought Evander’s decision was nothing more than the aftermath of too much whiskey—a reckless mistake that would be undone the moment sobriety fully set in. But that wasn’t it. Not even close.

"I’m not getting a divorce," he said flatly.

There was a brief silence on the other end—one filled with palpable disbelief.

"I’m sorry, what?"

"You heard me. I’m staying married to Delphinia."

Hugo let out a long, suffering sigh. "Okay, not today. Maybe next week? A month from now? Come on, Evander. Be reasonable. You can’t seriously expect to—"

"I don’t like repeating myself," Evander cut in, his voice hardening. "But I’ll make an exception this time—I’m not divorcing Delphinia Harrington. Not now. Never. End of discussion."

Another pause.

"You’re out of your damn mind."

Evander could practically picture the exact expression on Hugo’s face—mouth slightly open, brows furrowed, eyes squinting as if he was trying to figure out whether his best friend had finally lost it for good.

He could almost hear the gears turning in Hugo’s head, probably already drafting a list of the best psychiatric hospitals in the city. The thought made Evander’s smirk widen. His secretary, no doubt, would be hovering nearby with his phone in hand, ready to dial the hospital himself if Evander showed even the slightest sign of further madness.

Evander’s lips curled into a slow, lazy smirk, the warmth of the sunlight brushing against his skin.

"Yes, I am."

He ended the call, tossing the phone onto the bed before leaning back against the headboard. The smirk lingered on his face as he stared at the ceiling, the weight of his decision settling in.

Married to Delphinia Harrington.

It sounded absolutely insane.

But for some reason... he didn’t regret it.