The Billionaire's Silent Wife (Ryan and Eve) novel Chapter 103

CHAPTER 103 Moming Softness After the Storm

tray and headed upstairs.

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The house remained dim, the rising sun creeping slowly across the floorboards like a shy guest. Ryan made his way down the hall and pushed their bedroom door open with a quiet touch.

Eve was still sleeping.

Curled on her side, one hand tucked beneath her cheek, hair scattered across the pillow in soft, messy waves. Her breathing was slow, even, the rhythm of true rest. The type she rarely allowed herself.

He didn’t wake her immediately.

He simply stood there, taking her in.

Something in his chest tightened, a quiet, aching tenderness that softened every hard edge in him. She looked natural here now, comfortable, as though this room had always belonged to her, as though this part of his home was forever meant to be shared with her. He let himself imagine, not cautiously, but openly, a life where this was never temporary. Where mornings like this were routine, not fragile.

Where she never left again.

He set the tray down on the nightstand, then stepped into the adjoining bathroom. He turned the taps, and

water rushed into the bathtub with a steady sound. A faint mist rose, curling into the air like smoke. He

reached for the bath salts, lavender and eucalyptus, the ones she liked, and sprinkled them slowly into the

water. The crystals dissolved into a soft swirl, releasing a scent that instantly calmed him.

He checked the temperature twice. Then a third time.

Perfect.

He returned to the bed.

“Eve,” he murmured softly, brushing his knuckle along her cheek.

She stirred, lashes fluttering before her eyes opened slowly. Her brows furrowed slightly as she shifted, and he saw it. The faint wince. The flicker of soreness. A tiny inhale through parted lips.

Guilt tugged at him.

“Morning,” she whispered, voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” he whispered back. “Come on. I ran a bath for you.”

She blinked, confused. “A bath?”

His mouth curved faintly. “You’re sore.”

Heat bloomed across her cheeks, memories flashing behind her eyes. She bit her lip, looking away before. she looked back at him shyly.

“You didn’t need to do that,” she murmured.

“I did,” he said simply.

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He slid an arm behind her back to support her as she pushed herself upright, careful not to rush her. Then, before she could protest, he slipped his other arm beneath her knees and lifted her effortlessly.

She gasped, hands flying to his shoulders. “Ryan, !”

“It’s fine,” he said. “Relax.”

He carried her into the bathroom.

Warm steam drifted around them.

The scent of lavender and eucalyptus filled the air.

Eve’s eyes widened as she took it in.

“It’s perfect,” she whispered.

He kissed her temple. “Sit. I’ll help you in.”

She didn’t sit.

Not immediately.

Instead, she looked up at him through her lashes.

A soft expression.

A silent request.

“Join me,” she said.

Ryan’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly.

He had expected the opposite, for her to prefer space, warmth, solitude while her muscles recovered. He

had been prepared to leave her in peace.

But instead she was inviting him in.

He cleared his throat softly. “Eve…”

She stepped closer. “Please.”

He swallowed.

She wasn’t asking for passion.

Not for hunger.

Not for the intensity of the night before.

She wanted closeness.

Connection.

Comfort.

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And he had never been able to deny her tenderness.

He nodded once. “Alright.”

A quiet, relieved smile touched her lips.

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They undressed slowly, carefully, almost reverently. He kept his gaze on her eyes the entire time. Not out

of restraint, though he had plenty of that, but because he wanted her to feel safe. He stepped into the bath

first, lowering himself into the warm water. Then he extended his hands toward her.

“Careful,” he murmured gently.

She took his hands, and he guided her in, settling her between his legs, her back resting against his chest. Her head found his shoulder naturally. His arms wrapped around her, not tight, not demanding, just steady.

The water lapped quietly around them, warm and fragrant.

Steam curled like a veil around their skin.

It felt intimate, but in a different way.

Not heated.

Not consuming.

Just… close.

Safe.

Her fingers traced slow, lazy shapes along his forearm. His chin rested lightly atop her head. She sighed, the sound soft enough to melt him from the inside out.

After a long, quiet moment, she spoke.

“Are you not going to work today?” she asked, her voice still sleepy.

“No,” he murmured. “Not today.”

“Why not?”

He kissed her shoulder lightly. “Because I’m taking you shopping.”

She tilted her head slightly. “Shopping?”

“For the gala tomorrow,” he said. “I want you to look… breathtaking.”

She blinked, startled but pleased. “You want me to choose something new?”

He nodded, brushing her damp hair back gently. “Anything you want.”

Her lips curved into a tender smile. “You don’t have to,”

“I want to,” he said softly.

She settled back against him with a quiet, content sigh.

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