A wedding night Love Affair With The Billionaire
Chapter 45 Want to Be with Another Man? Forget It

Tanner had only gone in to take a quick shower and came out wearing a bathrobe in no time.

Then he saw his wife hanging up the phone with flushed ears.

Though he looked aloof as ever, only he knew how lost he felt.

He knew he had gone overboard last night, but he couldn't hold himself back, just like how he was on the verge of berserk then.

She could smile at everyone but had only pain and suffering in her eyes facing him.

Though Eliza was well spent, she was wide awake, hearing Tanner's mockery at her loud and clear.

She looked up and immediately saw him leaning against the door with his short hair still dripping with water.

As rays of sunlight shone through the window, stars seemed to have formed in his fathomless gaze. His eyes were bright, giving her the false impression that he was looking at her with deep affection. But the frost beneath his eyes was evident.

She gazed quietly at him. He was forever superior and incredibly handsome to her. Like how he looked to be God's finest creation, ethereal, even when he was only standing there.

But what about herself? She was nothing but a ragdoll looking up at the unreachable beauty.

They were worlds apart. Tanner, the only son of the Deleon family, was too good for Eliza, the feral child of the Stone family.

Eliza grew up a child deprived of love, so she'd feel somewhat inferior. The more brilliant Tanner was, the more she dared not approach him.

But who could understand her sadness and bitterness? She was starting to lose herself.

Not wanting to face him, she looked away, buried her face in the pillows, and closed her eyes. It felt as though she didn't have to face external stress like an ostrich.

But who was Tanner? Was he someone she didn't have to face just because she didn't want to?

He quirked his brow a little and strode to the side of the bed.

Feeling the sides of her pillow sinking, she looked up. Tanner's scent and warm breath got her heart racing, but what came next was like a wet blanket on her head. "Eliza Stone, you are mine."

"You want to be with another man? Forget it."

His words got her closing her eyes once more.

He had believed that she was having an affair with Nicholas. But she didn't even get a chance at explaining.

Even though she had tried her best to restrain herself, her slightly frowning eyebrows exposed the discomfort in her heart.

Tanner had always been very observant, so he could easily catch her subtle expressions. However, he didn't put too much thought into it, only thinking she was feeling unwell.

He scooped her out of bed easily; though his actions were loud, he was surprisingly careful.

Eliza stiffened, feeling a chill as the covers lifted. Tanner was gentle with how he carried her, not hurting her.

However, her clothes from last night were already torn into pieces. Naked in his arms, she wanted nothing more than to bury herself in a hole.

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That she felt uncomfortable had him in a better mood.

The woman in his arms was flushed, looking around warily, avoiding his gaze.

She looked like she was playing hard to get. Coupled with their skin-to-skin contact, he had the urge to ravage her once more.

But then images from earlier popped up in his mind again. Recalling that he wasn't the only one who had seen her bashful side, he turned grim once more.

Being in his arms, Eliza thought she was going to ignite the next second, not daring to meet his eyes, not daring to see his expression, not knowing what he was going to do. She only knew she laid in his arms for quite some time before she was placed in the bath.

The warm water hydrated her skin. She was covered in black and blue, some hickeys and others bruises from when he overexerted.

She looked up only to see him leaving decisively, not even sparing a glance.

He was always like this. He looked down on her, showing her his heartless side, making her heart ache, but at the same time, he'd let her see his gentle side.

Have her... feeling hopeful.

Exiting the bathroom, Tanner put on a random suit and went down to instruct Ms. Bell to check on Eliza twenty minutes later.

With that, he drove off to work.

Upstairs, Eliza knew Tanner had left, hearing the engine start. Tears began to pool; the sense of loss had her feeling as though she was abandoned. The unstoppable heartache had her chuckling.

Wasn't it normal of him? Who did she think she was to cry? He was never hers. Stand-in... Now that Raelyn had returned, it was her time to leave, no?

But, what was up with her? Why would she feel so reluctant just thinking about leaving...

When Ms. Bell came up, torn clothes were sprawled across the room, and Eliza was sitting absent-mindedly in the bathtub. Her tear stains still hadn't dried, and she was covered in blacks and blues. She was already worried, seeing how Mr. Deleon looked when he went up. Who would've thought this would be like this.

He really was no tender fellow.

"Mrs. Deleon, the water has turned cold. Let's go out."

While Eliza was still in a daze, Ms. Bell took out a set of clothes and held it in her hands to help her change into.

Eliza was only responsive when Ms. Bell spoke.

She felt a little self-conscious to let Aunt Bell see her like this.

"Sorry to trouble you, Aunt Bell. I can do it myself."

Rather, her words had amused Ms. Bell.

Mrs. Deleon. "It is my job to take care of you. There's nothing troublesome about this. You don't have to feel embarrassed. Mr. Deleon is inexperienced with love, so please try to understand." Listening, Eliza thought Ms. Bell was very attentive, even speaking up for him. However, her mind was filled with what Raelyn said. He was hot, decisive, and considerate; they... were very happy. Tanner was inexperienced with love? No way.

She said nothing, only smiling at Ms. Bell to reassure her.

She had recovered some strength after soaking in the bath for a while. However, she couldn't dress herself with how sore she was, working with Aunt Bell to put on her clothes slowly.

It took her a long time to get dressed with her weak legs. After that, Ms. Bell went out to call other servants to help support her. Even with so many people, everyone was in scrambles.

By the time she came out, the room was already tidied up. The bed sheets were changed too, and even the floor was cleaned.

The servants of the Deleon family were all well-trained. These small details could show the disparity between the Deleon family and the Stone family.

The Deleon family was out of league even to her sister, much less her.

Her eyes dimmed.

After carefully settling her down, Ms. Bell had the other servants back to their stations.

"Mrs. Deleon, it is already noon. You must be hungry. Is there anything you would like to eat?"

In truth, she was exhausted, no appetite at all. But seeing how concerned Ms. Bell was, she didn't have the heart to say no.

"I'll just have some soup."

"Okay, I'll tell the kitchen right away. Get some rest."

Ms. Bell gently closed the door before leaving.

When she was alone, Eliza raised her arm. She had had a headache since earlier. But seeing how limp her arms were, she knew she could barely even manage to massage her temples. Resigned, she put it down. It wasn't excruciating anyway. It should go away soon.

Tanner sped, leaving the mansion.

He was very vexed.

The past Tanner could have anything he wanted; there was nothing he could not get at all.

Not until Eliza appeared.

Though she had been in his arms earlier, he would wonder what she would be like in another man's arms. It wasn't like him at all to feel insecure.

He had had enough.

In the company, Fran was lying on his desk.

He had pulled an all-nighter, getting the papers ready and cross-checked, finally finishing at eight in the morning. Seeing that Mr. Deleon hadn't arrived and he didn't have other tasks to get done, he took a nap sleepy.

Tanner's looked grim when he entered. He hadn't forgotten about last night.

He kicked the desk, using so much strength that it almost collapsed, and Fran jolted awake, only been half asleep, dopey.

Seeing how awful his boss looked, Fran stood straight up immediately. Despite his calm look, he was groaning inside, knowing he would be getting a task.

"Go investigate the young master of the Abbott family. I want to know all about him."

The young master of the Abbott family? Nicholas Abbott.

Fran broke out in a cold sweat. A jealous man was not one to be offended.

Supposedly, Fran could've gotten it done at his desk, but he chose to go out, staying far away from the ticking time bomb.

The air outside the president's office must surely be fresher.

Only Tanner was left in the office after Fran headed out. Not much work had to be done that day, but if he did nothing, Eliza would sneak into his thoughts, occupying it.

He thought he must have gotten addicted to her.

It was noon, and the sun was shining bright. Tanner removed his suit jacket and placed it aside before picking up the newspaper to check out the latest business trends in San Francisco.

Just then, someone visited.

Raelyn had come bringing lunch.

She had always been high-profile about her relationship with Tanner. The entire company knew Mckenna adored her, and she'd be the future wife of the president.

As no one dared stop her, she came to the president's office as she usually did.

She had come to see the results of her message to Eliza in the evening. No way she'd believe they hadn't fought, knowing Eliza's personality.

A hint of malice laced her beautiful face, but it faded in no time.

"Tanner," she called out to him coyly.

Tanner was flipping through the newspaper, ignoring her when she pushed the door open. However, she wasn't bothered; he had always been indifferent to her every time she came, taking her away, not letting her in.

But he didn't do anything when she came in this time. It meant that she was a step closer to success, wasn't she?¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶