A wedding night Love Affair With The Billionaire novel Chapter 47

Doing nothing seemed to make time pass by very quickly; it went from noon to night in the blink of an eye.

Usually, she would paint to kill time. But unsure if she was feeling weak or very miserable, her shaky hands couldn't even hold a brush, let alone draw lines.

She could forget about drawing for the day. Putting the pen and drawing block down, she sat motionless on the bed, staring into space the entire day.

……

The sound of the engine jolted Eliza awake in the evening. Tanner had returned from work.

Scared, she didn't dare to face him.

Tanner entered the bedroom only to see her wrapped under the blanket.

Striding to the bed, he lifted the covers to see a wan face.

"What's wrong?" He felt her forehead with his large palm.

His voice was deep, and from it, she could hear his concern.

Eliza had made great efforts to bury herself in the blankets, only for him to yank it in one go.

His somewhat caring words had hurt her even more.

Why did Tanner have to do this? Why did he pretend to care about her…

Her eyes turned wet again; she couldn't afford his concern.

"I'm fine."

Her words carried alienation.

Eliza had never used such a tone with him before.

She would timidly call him with her soft little voice when she was little, and as she grew a little older, she would still smile at him despite her fear, probably intimidated by how influential the Deleon family was.

And then Ball Island… those were their happiest days. They were nobodies, and they didn't have any complicated relationships bothering them. That was the only time they acted like lovers.

Had she forgotten all that after returning to San Francisco?

Tanner held a death grip on her chin, forcing her to face him.

"Open your eyes."

He wasn't asking.

Eliza kept her eyes shut, eyelashes fluttering.

She trembled in intimidation. No one dared to disobey him here, but she couldn't open her eyes, for she knew her tears would fall the moment she did.

She frowned, silently opposing.

He knew that he had gone overboard the night before, planning to have a chat about their problems lately when he came home. He thought she still wasn't feeling well, seeing how she snuggled in bed.

But guess what? This was the attitude he got.

He was even reluctant to lay his hands on her when she went out for dinner with some other man on her own, only that he hadn't watched the force he grabbed her with.

But now, when he wanted to talk to her, she was all 'I want nothing to do with you'.

"Eliza, I will give you three seconds. Open your eyes."

His anger was starting to leak into his words.

No, she could not open her eyes. He must definitely be pleased to see her cry because of him, right?

She was just a random stand-in to him, but she had fallen for him in just over a month. Tanner really had great charm.

As she thought so, she pursed her lips tightly and restrained the urge to open her eyes with all her might under his coercion.

Her three seconds were up. Tanner sneered. She didn't want to look at him? Did she know how many women in San Francisco tried to throw themselves at him?

He had no interest in other women in the past.

But now, he had changed his mind.

Her shackled chin had been released, and the slamming door told her he had left.

If he faked his departure, he could see it as soon as he turned around.

To see Eliza covered in tears.

……

Tanner sped his Maserati GranCabrio along the roads with lightning speed in the dark night.

Reaching his destination, he got out of the car.

The best bar in all of San Francisco, Sunset Bar.

The owner was his business partner. Though not exactly friends, they were on good terms.

Unlike other entrepreneurs, he didn't like to put himself and his company in magazines for the sake of publicity.

Apart from the high society, others would've only heard his name and not know what he looked like.

Being the best bar in San Francisco, and all the bar staff knew he was an honorable guest because of the partnership, it became the best place for him to get a drink.

He didn't even have to say anything before an attendant brought him to a private luxurious VIP room.

With the boss absent, the manager came over, hearing who had arrived.

"Mr. Deleon, what can I get you this time?"

He stood deferentially, and cold sweat seemed to be dripping from his forehead.

Tanner's expression was cold, seemingly grim as he sat in the room. He hadn't done anything, but his expression and aura alone were enough to scare the wits out of them. Tanner Deleon, not someone they could afford to mess with.

The manager was naturally asking if he wanted alcohol or women.

He did come to seek a woman's company. But not anymore.

Perhaps inured, he didn't want other women close to him, especially in such a place. Even a virgin was filthy to him.

More importantly, he had only come to trigger Eliza. But she knew nothing about it, so what 'trigger'?