Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 205: A Dance for Two

The soft melody of a waltz filled the grand ballroom, its gentle rhythm weaving through the air like a whispered invitation. The scent of fresh roses lingered, mingling with the subtle aroma of champagne and the faint sweetness of the multi-tiered cake standing proudly at the far end of the hall.

Evander led Delphinia to the center of the dance floor, his fingers laced securely around hers. His grip was firm but careful, his thumb lightly brushing against the back of her hand. The moment their feet met the smooth surface, the murmurs of the guests quieted. Anticipation hung in the air, thick and unspoken. Everyone was waiting, watching.

Delphinia’s heart pounded, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the attention or from the man standing so close to her. Evander turned to face her, his piercing eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. A slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He was enjoying this.

"Why do you look so nervous?" he murmured, tilting his head slightly.

Delphinia blinked up at him, forcing a small smile. "I’m not nervous."

Evander’s smirk deepened. "Lying to your husband already? That’s not a very good start."

She inhaled sharply, ready to argue, but before she could, he pulled her closer. One of his hands settled at her waist, his palm pressing firmly against the curve of her back. The other remained in hers, holding her securely. The warmth of his touch seeped through the delicate fabric of her gown, sending a slow, unwelcome heat up her spine.

The music swelled, and with a graceful step, Evander led them into the first movement of the dance. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, his strength guiding her effortlessly. Delphinia barely had time to adjust before they were gliding across the floor, each step seamless, each turn smooth and practiced. He was a natural at this, confident and precise, while she struggled to keep up, her focus split between following his lead and ignoring the teasing glint in his eyes.

"You were eavesdropping earlier," he said suddenly, his voice low and edged with amusement.

Delphinia stiffened slightly in his arms, but he only tightened his hold, forcing her to stay close. "I was not."

Evander let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "You were hiding behind the curtain, Delphinia. Hardly a subtle place to spy."

She bit her lip, averting her gaze. "I wasn’t spying. I was just—"

"Listening very intently?" he supplied, arching a brow.

Delphinia exhaled sharply, narrowing her eyes at him. "I was making sure nothing escalated."

Evander hummed, his fingers tracing a slow circle against her waist. The small, absentminded motion sent a shiver through her, though she quickly suppressed it. "And did it?"

She hesitated before shaking her head. "No."

"Then why didn’t you just come out?"

Delphinia scowled. "Oh, come on. You’re enjoying this too much."

He grinned. "Absolutely."

She sighed, giving up on arguing. Evander was impossible when he wanted to be, and tonight, he seemed determined to get a reaction out of her. She let herself focus on the dance instead, on the steady way he moved, the effortless control in his lead.

As much as she hated to admit it, he made it easy to follow. His grip was strong but not forceful, his steps fluid, ensuring she never faltered. It felt... natural. Comfortable. As if they had done this a thousand times before.

"Hmm," Evander mused after a moment of silence. "You still haven’t denied what you said."

Delphinia frowned. "What?"

"Earlier," he said, lowering his voice as he leaned in slightly. "When you told Lydia that I only want you."

Her breath hitched, heat blooming instantly in her cheeks. "I—"

"Are you taking it back?" he asked, his lips mere inches from her ear.

Delphinia swallowed. "No."

A satisfied smile curled his lips. "Good."

The music slowed, signaling the end of their dance. As they stilled, standing close, barely any space between them, the room erupted into applause. Then, before Delphinia could compose herself, Evander lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against her knuckles.

"Come," he said smoothly, his voice dripping with amusement. "We have a cake to cut."

Still flustered, Delphinia allowed him to lead her toward the grand cake, its pristine layers adorned with intricate sugar flowers and delicate gold accents. The crowd followed, whispering among themselves, their curiosity and speculation evident in every glance. Evander barely paid them any mind.

The ceremonial knife gleamed under the chandelier’s light as he picked it up, guiding Delphinia’s hand over his. Together, they pressed the blade into the soft cake, slicing through the layers with ease. A polite round of applause followed, though it quickly faded as Evander lifted the first piece, turning toward her with a faint smirk.

"The first slice," he said, his voice carrying through the room, "goes to my wife, and to our son."

A hush fell over the guests. Delphinia hesitated, her eyes flickering toward the expectant faces watching them. But Evander, unfazed by the reaction, lifted the fork to her lips. For a moment, she considered refusing, just to spite him. But as his eyes locked onto hers, daring her to resist, she sighed and allowed him to feed her the bite.

The cake melted on her tongue, sweet and decadent, though she barely tasted it. Then, without missing a beat, Evander took another forkful and turned toward Ashton, who had been standing nearby, eyes wide with curiosity. The boy giggled as his father fed him the cake.

Once the cake-cutting was done, Evander took Delphinia’s hand once more, pulling her gently toward the center of the room. His gaze swept over the crowd, his presence commanding, unshaken.

"Since you all seem so interested," he said, his voice deep and unwavering, "let me make something clear."

Silence fell, the tension palpable.

"Delphinia is my wife."

A wave of stunned silence washed over the room, followed by hushed whispers. Delphinia inhaled sharply, her eyes snapping to Evander. He stood tall, unfazed, his grip on her hand strong and sure.

As the murmurs grew, Delphinia looked up at him, searching his face. Was this the moment? Was now the time to tell everyone about their marriage?