Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 61: In Town

Evander sat at his desk, the soft light from his laptop highlighting the angles of his face. The office was alive with faint sounds: the hum of the AC, the rustle of papers, and the soft ticking of a clock. His dark eyes scanned the document before him, his expression shifting between concentration and relief. As he typed the final command, his fingers moved with precision, hitting the Enter key with a satisfying click.

He leaned back in his chair, letting out a long breath as he stole a moment to unwind. Closing his laptop with a soft thud, Evander looked at the clock on his desk: 4:42 PM. His lips curved into a small smile. Almost time to head home.

Twirling the pen between his fingers, he stared into space, lost in thought. His thoughts drifting to what awaited him at home. The corners of his mouth lifted further as his mind conjured the image of Ashton’s bright smile, Goldie’s playful barks, and, of course, Delphinia.

His wife.

Evander rested his chin on his hand, the pen still twirling in his fingers. His smile grew warmer as he remembered the night before. Delphinia had stubbornly chosen to sleep in Ashton’s room, avoiding their bed—and him. He chuckled under his breath, the sound low and rich. It was endearing, he admitted, but it also left him feeling...lonely. Not that he’d ever voice that sentiment aloud. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Tonight, however, would be different. He wouldn’t let her escape again. They were husband and wife, and that meant sharing more than just a home. His determination solidified as he imagined how he would convince her, a glimmer of mischief sparking in his eyes.

A sharp knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts.

"Come in," he called.

The door opened slowly, and Hugo walked in, looking both unsure and curious. His suit jacket a little crooked, as though he’d rushed to get to Evander’s office.

"Am I interrupting something?" Hugo teased, leaning against the doorframe with a sly grin. "Didn’t know you spent the last hour of work daydreaming and smiling like that."

Evander arched an eyebrow, his expression calm but playful. "Careful, Hugo. No amount of teasing is going to sour my mood today."

Hugo chuckled, closing the door behind him. "I’ll keep that in mind."

Evander stood, reaching for his coat on the back of his chair. "If you’re here to deliver another pile of paperwork, save it for tomorrow. I’m calling it a day."

Hugo cleared his throat, his grin fading slightly. "Actually, I came to tell you something. Something...important."

Evander paused, slipping one arm into his coat sleeve. He tilted his head, his brow furrowing slightly. "Go on."

Hugo hesitated, glancing at the ceiling as though searching for the right words. His usual confident demeanor seemed to falter.

"Spit it out, Hugo," Evander said, though his tone remained light. "What’s so important that you look like you’re about to deliver a eulogy?"

Hugo straightened, taking a deep breath. "You might want to sit down for this."

Evander’s relaxed look flickered, a shadow of something else passing over his features. He set his coat on the chair and lowered himself into his seat, his movements measured. "Alright, I’m sitting. Now talk."

Hugo ran a hand through his hair, his gaze darting around the room before landing back on Evander. "Okay, so...you’re not going to like what I’m about to say, but I have to say it."

He shot Hugo a sharp look. "You’re stalling. Just get to the point."

Hugo exhaled sharply, as if bracing himself. "She’s in town."

Evander’s gaze sharpened, his body going still. "She?"

Hugo swallowed, his hands fidgeting nervously. "Your...ex-lover."

The air in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. Evander’s expression hardened, his jaw tightening. "Hugo." His voice was low, carrying an unspoken warning.

"Right, wrong word," Hugo said quickly, holding up his hands in surrender. "I meant Ashton’s mother."

The pen Evander had been twirling clattered onto the desk. The energy around him changed, every movement charged with tension. His fingers curled into fists, his knuckles whitening as he leaned forward slightly.

"What did you just say?" His voice was dangerously quiet, each word laced with barely restrained fury.

Hugo stepped back, raising his hands defensively. "I’m just the messenger, Evander. Don’t shoot me."

Evander’s glare could have cut through steel. "Where is she?"

Hugo hesitated, his eyes flickering toward the door as though considering a quick escape. "She’s...on her way to your house."

Evander shot to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "She’s what?"

"I thought you’d want to know," Hugo said, his voice quick and apologetic. "I didn’t think she’d have the guts to just show up, but apparently, she’s determined to see Ashton."

Evander’s hands clenched at his sides, his entire body taut with barely contained rage. He struggled to focus, his thoughts tangled with anger, protectiveness, and a deep-seated resentment he thought he’d buried long ago.

Hugo shifted uncomfortably, clearly regretting his decision to deliver the news in person. "Look, I just thought—"

"Enough," Evander snapped, cutting him off. His voice was sharp, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Evander gritted his teeth. He’d been so wrong to think nothing could sour his mood today. This—what Hugo just told him—didn’t just sour it; it completely spoiled it.

His fists tightened further, his nails biting into his palms as a surge of frustration threatened to consume him. The urge to flip the table, to let the rage explode, was almost unbearable.

Hugo nodded quickly, taking a step back. "Understood. I’ll, uh, leave you to...deal with this."

Evander didn’t respond. His face was like a thundercloud as he grabbed his coat and stormed past Hugo, his movements swift and purposeful.

"Good luck," Hugo muttered under his breath, watching as Evander disappeared into the hallway.

The door closed behind him with a quiet snap, leaving Hugo alone in the now-silent room. He exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair again. "Yeah, that went well," he mumbled sarcastically before turning to leave.