The Billionaire's Rental Wife Is A Hot Shot-Chapter 85: The Right Reward

[Zevian’s House]

Evelyn slipped into her baby blue loungewear, the soft cotton top and loose shorts comfortable against her skin. She carefully checked the bandage on her arm, ensuring it was secure, before stepping out of the bathroom.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she spotted Avery fast asleep beside Kiana on the bed, both clearly drained from the day’s drama. Tugging them under the blanket, she gently walked out of the room, shutting the door. With a silly grin, she padded down the stairs, her mind lighter than it had been all day.

When she reached the kitchen, she paused at the entrance, leaning against the doorframe. There he was—her charming, handsome, hard-working husband, cooking for her.

Zevian had changed into a grey shirt and loose black pants, his muscles flexing subtly as he stirred something in a bowl. His tousled hair framed his face perfectly, and Evelyn couldn’t help but admire him in silence, feeling her heart swell in joy.

Evelyn bit her lip, a playful grin creeping onto her face as she watched him. Moments like this, the simple and private ones, reminded her how lucky she was to marry such a charmer. It felt like she had won an unlimited free pass to admire him whenever she wished, the thought causing her to smile sheepishly.

Zevian her presence because he glanced up and immediately broke into a smile when he saw her. His smile was easy, warm—almost boyish. It sent a pleasant flutter through Evelyn’s chest, taking her back to their special days.

"You’re going to just stand there and stare, or are you going to help?" Zevian teased, turning back to his task but keeping his tone light and playful.

Evelyn pushed off the doorframe, her lips curling into a pout as she approached the counter. "Ah, how mean! I got injured and you want me to work?" she said, her voice lilting with amusement. "Kiana was right! I married a useless man!"

"I don’t think that line justifies the way you were gawking at me earlier." Zevian quipped, pretending to sound serious as he mixed the flour and water.

Evelyn’s cheek flushed at his words, getting caught by him. With a pout, she defended, "Gawking? Huh! I was just supervising you!"

Zevian chuckled softly, shaking his head. Turning to her, he mused, "Oh? I forgot what to do next. Can you teach me please, my beloved chef?"

Evelyn cleared her throat, blinking in confusion as she stayed on the counter. Her eyes fell on the eggs and she beamed in delight. Pointing at the tray, she commented, "We need to break some eggs again!"

Zevian’s smile faded at her words, recalling the last time she had broken them using his forehead.

"Let’s do it!" Evelyn excitedly declared, but Zevian quickly caught her hand.

"Don’t you dare!" He warned, causing Evelyn to chuckle out loud. Slightly glaring at her, he continued mixing the batter, a smile lit up on his face.

Their banter continued, and Evelyn marveled as he poured the batter onto the hot skillet. The sizzle filled the air, and the warm, sweet smell of pancakes began to drift through the kitchen.

"It looks yummy!" She commented, her eyes fixed on the pancake. Zevian with a smile flipped it with a practiced flick of his wrist, causing his dear wife to clap like a child. He finished making a few and turned off the stove before plating the pancakes.

"Let’s eat while they are hot," Zevian suggested and Evelyn gingerly nodded, taking the syrup from the cabinet. They walked to the dining table and enjoyed a delightful midnight snack, their stress from the day melting away with laughs and banters.

After finishing the pancakes, Evelyn set down her fork, a contented smile on her face. She drank the water that Zevian passed her, wiping her lips with the long sleeves of her top. Turning to him, she suggested, "Feel like a walk?"

They walked together under the soft glow of the moonlight, the dimly lit garden quiet except for the gentle rustling of leaves in the night breeze. Zevian’s hand brushed against hers as they strolled, and Evelyn felt small sparks of warmth though they had held his hands many times.

She hesitated for a moment before intertwining her fingers with his, a shy smile creeping across her face.

Zevian’s eyes subtly widened and he looked at her to see her looking at everything but him. With a smile, he tightened his hold on her hand, both walking in comfortable silence.

"Let’s sit for a while," Evelyn suggested pointing at the white bench and they both walked to it. They sat down together, the cool air brushing over them as they settled in.

A peaceful silence filled between them, both loving the night and also the beautiful starlit sky.

"You must be tired," Evelyn murmured after a long pause, her voice soft.

Zevian glanced at her, knowing she wanted to talk about the earlier events. He sighed, not wanting to spoil the moment but also not wanting to avoid it. "Yeah, and a little disappointed."

Evelyn turned to him immediately, concern etched on her face. "Disappointed? Why?"

"Well," he began, his lips twitching into a teasing smile, "I cooked for my dear wife and all I got was praise. No real reward for my efforts."

Evelyn blinked in surprise, then broke into a laugh, realizing he was teasing her. "A reward?" she asked, her voice playful. "What kind of reward are we talking about, Mr. Reign?"

Zevian smirked, leaning closer. "What do you think, Mrs. Reign?"

Her heart skipped a beat as their eyes locked, his face close to hers. But she quickly composed herself, unwilling to let him win! "Alright," she said, leaning back with a smirk of her own. "Close your eyes."

Zevian raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, but he complied, closing his eyes. Evelyn leaned in, her lips hovering near his cheek. But instead of a kiss, she gave him a gentle, playful bite—just like she used to when they were dating.

Zevian jerked back in surprise, his eyes flying open. "Ow!" he exclaimed, rubbing his cheek. "What was that?"

Evelyn stood up quickly, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she backed away. "Was that enough, Mr. Reign?"

Zevian narrowed his eyes at her, though the corners of his mouth twitched. "Enough? Hardly." He stood, slowly advancing on her. "Let me show you how it’s done properly."

Evelyn let out a squeal and turned on her heel, sprinting away as Zevian chased after her. Laughter bubbled from her as she darted through the garden, the thrill of the chase sending adrenaline rushing through her veins.

"Stop right there!" Zevian called after her, his tone playful yet commanding.

She glanced over her shoulder and gasped when she realized how close he was. With a sudden burst of speed, he caught up to her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he spun her around. Evelyn’s breath caught as she collided with his chest, her giggles turning breathless.

Zevian held her close, his face mere inches from hers, their playful energy simmering into something more intense. "You will regret running away, dear wife!" he whispered, his voice softer now, a deeper note of affection threading through it.

Evelyn’s laughter faded as she looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest for an entirely different reason. The way he was looking at her—like she was the only thing that mattered—made her pulse race.

Zevian reached up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering as his eyes searched hers. This time, Evelyn didn’t resist or tried to pull away. She closed her eyes as Zevian leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a slow, lingering kiss. It wasn’t playful like before; it was deep and unhurried, full of unspoken promises.

His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin that set fireworks inside her heart. She wrapped her arms around his neck, melting in the sweet yet passionate kiss.

But just when she felt loosing herself, Zevian nibbled her lower lip before biting it that she winced in pain. Evelyn opened her eyes and glared at him, totally unexpected him to punish her.

Zevian pulled back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. But before she could grumble, he pulled her closer again and gave a small soothing peck again, catching her off guard. Evelyn’s eyelashes fluttered, her heart skipping a beat, utterly tricked by him again.

"Now that’s how you do it, Mrs. Reign" Zevian whispered, his lips curling into a smirk.

Evelyn playfully pinched his chest, causing him to wince and chuckle, but before he could retaliate, she rested her head against his chest, her cheeks red and hot.

Zevian wrapped his arms tightly around her, a soft smile spreading across his face. Evelyn closed her eyes and sighed, resting her head against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her ear.

They stood there in the quiet night, lost in each other’s embrace, forgetting all the worries and mayhem that might wreck their tomorrow.