Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 54: A Night Shared

Delphinia stood at the doorway, staring at the grand, elegant room bathed in soft, ambient lighting. The air inside Evander’s bedroom was warm, laced faintly with the smell of cedarwood and his cologne. He had that same intense aura about him, with his hair a little messy and his shirt undone just enough to show off part of his chest.

He was on his side, propped slightly on one elbow, watching her with a small, amused smirk. His presence was as overwhelming as always, his dark hair slightly tousled, his shirt half unbuttoned, revealing a sliver of his toned chest.

"Don’t be like that, Delphinia," Evander teased, his voice soft but playful. He patted the empty space on the bed beside him. "Don’t you want to sleep?"

Her lips pressed into a thin line. Sleep? That was the last thing on her mind, especially with him right there.

"I’m fine here," she said, refusing to budge from her spot by the door.

Evander let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "Really? Are you planning to stand there all night?" His eyes sparkled mischievously. "Come on. The bed’s not going to bite."

Delphinia’s face flushed, and she stepped forward hesitantly. Her bare feet sank into the plush carpet as she approached the bed like it was a trap. She sat stiffly on the edge, her eyes fixed anywhere but on him.

Evander raised a brow and tilted his head. "Oh, come on, Delphinia. Are you going to sleep sitting up like that?" he joked, though his tone carried a hint of insistence.

She huffed, throwing him a glare. "Fine," she grumbled under her breath, awkwardly shifting under the covers, pulling the blanket over herself as though it were a shield. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"There we go," Evander said with a satisfied nod, settling back onto his pillow. "See? Not so bad."

Delphinia frowned, her fingers clutching the edge of the blanket tightly. "I’m not used to this," she muttered, staring up at the fancy ceiling.

Evander’s lips quirked into a smirk. "You’d better learn. You’ll have to get used to it eventually."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. Get used to it? Was he implying this arrangement was going to last longer than just tonight?

She turned her head sharply to look at him, her eyes narrowing. "Why do I have to sleep here? There are plenty of other rooms in this giant house."

Evander’s eyes remained closed as he replied simply, "Let’s just go to sleep."

That was it. No explanation, no justification—just a command. Delphinia clenched her teeth, muttering under her breath about arrogant men and their unreasonable demands. She turned her back to him, gripping the blanket even tighter.

Her mind buzzed as she lay there. Learn to get used to it, she thought, mocking his words in her head. Fine, she whispered to herself. I’ll do it. And maybe he’ll get bored of me and move on.

But as much as she tried to convince herself of that, her heart wouldn’t calm down. Every time she closed her eyes, her thoughts betrayed her, conjuring images of Evander’s face—his sharp jawline, his intense eyes, that infuriatingly perfect smirk.

Delphinia turned over for what felt like the hundredth time, groaning softly into the pillow. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to fall asleep. Just sleep, Delphinia. It’s not rocket science. But no matter how hard she tried, her brain refused to cooperate. Instead of slipping into blissful unconsciousness, her thoughts kept drifting back to him.

Evander. His stupid, handsome face had somehow taken up permanent residence in her mind, playing on an endless loop. She buried her face deeper into the pillow, hoping to suffocate the mental images. It didn’t work.

Desperate, she decided to try an old-school trick. Counting sheep. Easy enough. She imagined a fluffy sheep hopping over a fence. Then another. Then— Oh, for crying out loud. The sheep had Evander’s face. Smirking. Mocking her.

Her eyes flew open, and she stared at the ceiling in shock. A surprised laugh bubbled in her throat, but she swallowed it down. Nope. Not funny. Not even a little bit. She clenched her jaw and threw the blanket over her head, determined to block out everything—Evander, sheep, smirking sheep Evander.

But the harder she tried to ignore it, the more ridiculous it seemed. And somewhere, deep down, she knew she was doomed.

Ugh, why can’t I just sleep? she thought in frustration, turning onto her other side. She cracked one eye open and immediately regretted it. There he was, lying so peacefully. In the soft glow, his face lost some of its intensity, making him look well... approachable.

He’s kind of handsome, her rebellious thoughts whispered. She bit her lip, annoyed at herself for noticing. Of course, he was handsome—he was a Walton, after all. Even Julian had those annoyingly perfect genes.

Her gaze lingered on Evander’s face. As he slept, he looked younger, almost like a carefree boy. The strong lines of his face were relaxed, his breathing steady and calm. Her eyes drifted to his forehead, and a ridiculous thought entered her mind.

What if I just... kissed him there?

She immediately shook her head. No. Absolutely not. But the idea had already wormed its way into her mind, and the more she tried to ignore it, the stronger it grew.

It’s just a forehead kiss. Nothing serious. We’re married, after all. It wouldn’t mean anything... right?

Her heart raced as she debated with herself. Before she could overthink it further, she found herself leaning closer, her hand gripping the blanket tightly. She lightly kissed his forehead, barely letting her lips linger before pulling away.

She held her breath, waiting for him to stir, but he remained perfectly still. Relief washed over her, and she pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heart hammering against her ribs.

What am I doing? she thought, turning her back to him quickly, pulling the blanket up to her chin. She shut her eyes shut, desperate to erase the memory of what she’d just done.

But what Delphinia didn’t see was the small smile that tugged at the corner of Evander’s lips. His eyes remained closed, but he was very much awake.

He chuckled softly to himself, savoring the warmth of her brief kiss. For all her grumbling and protests, Delphinia Harrington was full of surprises.