Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 45: Sharing Spaces

Delphinia laid on her bed, lazily swiping through her phone as the faint glow lit up her face, hiding her racing thoughts. It wasn’t the room or the night—it was the strange tension hanging in the house ever since Evander’s dramatic reaction to Goldie. Her fingers paused, and she let out a long sigh. "What a day," she murmured to herself, setting the phone down beside her pillow. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table: 10:30 PM. It was late, but not too late for her nightly habit of overthinking.

Just as she considered turning in, a sharp knock startled her. Delphinia sat up lazily, squinting at the door. Another knock followed, this time louder, more insistent. Her brow furrowed, irritation flashing across her face. "Who could it be at this hour?" she mumbled, already forming a guess.

Sliding off the bed, she walked toward the door, her thoughts racing. "It has to be him," she thought, biting her lip to stifle a groan. Evander Walton. Who else would have the audacity to disturb her peace at this hour? With a deep breath, she unlocked and opened the door.

And there he was. Evander stood tall in the dim hallway light, his arms crossed over his chest like an annoyed school principal ready to scold a rebellious student. The shadows deepened the sharp lines of his face, though his eyes still burned with their usual focus.

Delphinia faked a cheerful smile to cover her discomfort. "Hello, Evander," she greeted with as much cheer as she could muster. "Is there something I can help you with?"

He didn’t respond. Instead, he brushed past her, walking into her room like he owned the place—which, technically, he did. Delphinia’s jaw dropped as she turned to watch him make himself comfortable on the edge of her bed. "The nerve of this man," she thought, clenching her fists before reminding herself, He’s the boss. He’s the boss.

Still, her irritation boiled beneath the surface. What do you think you’re doing barging in here without a word? she wanted to shout. But instead, she swallowed her pride and shut the door quietly.

Evander sat in silence, his elbows resting on his knees and his fingers loosely clasped as if deep in thought. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, but his expression remained unreadable. Delphinia folded her arms and approached him cautiously.

"Evander?" she called softly.

Seriously, what’s his deal? If he just wants to zone out, he can do that in his room. Why come here for it?

His head tilted up, his eyes locking onto hers as he studied her "Are you comfortable in this room?"

The question caught her off guard. "What?" she blurted out, blinking in confusion. "I mean, yes, it’s a nice room. Why?"

Evander’s lips twitched into a faint, almost pitying smile. "What a shame."

Delphinia’s eyebrows knit together. "What’s a shame?"

"You won’t be sleeping here anymore," Evander remarked casually, leaning back as though it was no big deal

Her jaw dropped. "What?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in disbelief. "Why on earth would I need to move out of my room?"

Evander leaned in closer, resting his elbows on his knees again, his sharp eyes bright with mischief. "Because of Goldie," he said simply, as if that explained everything.

Delphinia blinked at him, completely baffled. "What about Goldie?"

"You brought the dog into this house," Evander began. "So, naturally, you’ll take full responsibility for him. Starting with giving him your room."

Delphinia’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "Evander, are you serious right now? Goldie is a dog. He doesn’t need a room!"

Evander kept his face neutral, but the amusement in his eyes betrayed him "Goldie is a new member of this household. He deserves proper accommodations."

"Accommodations? He’ll be happy sleeping anywhere in the house!" she argued, hands flying up in frustration.

Evander tilted his head slightly, considering her words as if she were making some profound philosophical argument. Then, with a slow shake of his head, he replied, "Delphinia, you can’t be so selfish. Goldie needs this room, and you’re the one who brought him here."

Delphinia stared at him, dumbfounded. So my status in this house is officially lower than a dog’s?

Taking a deep breath, she forced a strained laugh. "Fine. I’ll move to another room," she said through gritted teeth. "This is a huge mansion, Evander. There are plenty of spare rooms."

Evander’s lips curled into a knowing grin, and he stood up, clapping his hands once as if sealing a deal. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, closing the space between them.

Delphinia’s stomach twisted with unease. "Yes," she replied hesitantly, her instincts screaming that something was off. "I’ll just move to another room."

Evander’s smile stretched just a bit as he nodded. "Fine," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Then you’ll move into my room."

Her heart stopped. "What?" she choked out, her eyes widening in shock.

Evander stepped closer, closing the gap between them until he was standing directly in front of her. His towering presence made her feel small, and she took an involuntary step back. "You heard me," he said, his tone calm but firm. "From now on, you’ll sleep in my room."

Delphinia’s cheeks flushed a deep red, and she gaped at him, unable to form a coherent response. Her mind raced with indignation, confusion, and a hint of something she refused to acknowledge.

"I—what—why—" she stammered, her voice rising with every word.

Evander smirked, clearly enjoying her flustered reaction. "You said you didn’t mind moving to another room," he reminded her, his voice annoyingly reasonable. "And I think it’s only fair that we share the same space."

"Fair?" Delphinia repeated, her voice nearly a squeak. "In what universe is this fair?"

Evander shrugged, his expression annoyingly calm. "You brought Goldie into the house. This is just part of the adjustment."

Gosh... Her life in the Walton mansion was about to get a lot more complicated.