A wedding night Love Affair With The Billionaire

It was finally the following day.

Eliza stirred bright and early.

After Tanner was done with his work the previous day, he spent the rest of his time with her. No matter if she was sketching or listening to music, he'd just cuddle with her back to him, doing absolutely nothing.

She was rather bashful about his sudden gentleness.

"You..."

She wanted to ask why he clung to her, but she then thought it didn't feel right as soon as she spoke, an absolute buzzkill. Plus, their position was super intimate!

"Don't say a word."

Tanner mumbled.

She wouldn't understand how distressed he was when he scooped her out of the cold bathwater. Now that it was in the past, he felt secure holding her quietly in his arms.

At night, she even had to prove to him she had fully recovered, no more dizziness, no more sore throat, no more weak limbs!

She didn't get why he was so concerned, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't happy; he really had her swooned!

……

Tanner's sleeping face was right in front of her; only when he was asleep did he not appear so intimidating.

"Morning, Mr. Deleon."

Whispering, she snuck a kiss on his forehead while he was asleep. She traced his sharp features lightly as she latched her gaze on him, only getting out of bed a while later.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom; Eliza had gone to wash up. Back in the bed, Tanner opened his eyes, his smile revealing his good mood.

"Morning, Mrs. Deleon."

Seeing Tanner was still in deep slumber when she came out, she tried to keep the noises down, not wanting to rouse him, putting on some light makeup to make herself appear more dainty.

With that, she tiptoed outside, slowly closing the door.

Breakfast was almost ready, and Eliza waited patiently on the sofa, texting Gracelynn.

"Gracelynn, how have you been lately? I'm free today. Do you have time? I've missed you."

Gracelynn didn't reply to her, but she wasn't in a hurry either, snuggling on the sofa, flipping through the channels.

There generally wasn't anything interesting in the morning, so she turned the TV off after changing a few channels.

Gracelynn still hadn't replied, but Aunt Bell had gotten the breakfast ready.

After setting the table, Aunt Bell first invited Mrs. Deleon to the dining table before going up to tell Mr. Deleon breakfast was ready.

It was spaghetti for breakfast that day, and it smelled amazing.

However, Eliza didn't look too happy.

Apart from waiting for Tanner, there was another reason she didn't touch her plate. Then again…

There was also a bowl of cherry tomatoes on the table. No one would notice if she snuck a few bites, right?

aside when they had breakfast. The other servants had other work to do, so there

it should be fine if she ate a couple. Having that thought in mind, Eliza quietly

as she came down, but she only smiled and said nothing. To give her more time to 'commit her

Deleon sure

……

waiting when Tanner came

saw the sad-looking bowl of cherry tomatoes on the table. Aunt Bell wouldn't make such a rookie mistake; this piglet

little mortified; she had only planned to eat a couple, but she had been the only one downstairs, so there were only a few left by the time she realized. Anybody with the

was looking at her with a judgmental gaze, she looked

but didn't know what to say, looking all

took his seat, speaking with

can still

thought her reaction was exceptionally adorable, teasing her;

he was pleased with Eliza's performance that morning. So be it that

episode, they

she never liked

nearly every time as she wasn't good at picking them up. She'd either twirl too much spaghetti

It was hard to look elegant eating pasta, but Raelyn could do

of their drastic differences, her stepfather would diatribe her or her mother. But she still adored her older sister. Not only was she talented, but also graceful; she was

great, Tanner was on a whole nother level than Raelyn. He used the fork with ease, never making a sound the entire

behold when he ate while she struggled

upset, and Tanner was speechless. She was probably the only woman who'd struggle

etiquette and manners so much. Did he really

watching Eliza, who had trouble twirling with her fork, stab

the thought of Tanner seeing her horrible table

"I'm done."

away and put her fork

tried not to laugh. Done? She barely touched the plate! This probably had to do with

"You're done?"

"Yeah."

was torture not to be able to eat

fork and twirled the spaghetti with barely an effort, bringing it

it so effortlessly that Eliza was rendered dumbfounded, eating the spaghetti he fed

"You saw that?"

as alluring as

"Uh-huh."

nodded at once; he looked exceptionally charming right

she had finally learned what it was like to be fed.

to

allowed to leave until you've finished

back to her, still

got her dumfounded

"I..."

she know what to do with just one demonstration? Of course,

no intention of leaving. His Eliza didn't need to be intelligent or quick-witted; she only had to get her basic etiquette and manners down well

struggle with the spaghetti. She had wondered why he had let

She couldn't believe he purposely hampered her

horrible at twirling. Seeing that it was getting late, she could only

I need to go out

"Mm."

knew; he had