The Billionaire's Silent Wife (Ryan and Eve) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 A House That Breathes

Eve gave a small, honest smile. “Now there’s love in it; it feels like a home. Back then… it felt like a prison.”

Camila’s expression softened immediately. Understanding flooded her face, the kind that didn’t need explanations. She stepped closer and touched Eve’s cheek gently, her thumb brushing over Eve’s skin as if grounding her.

“I understand,” she said in a low voice. “I’m glad you and Ryan worked things out.”

Eve blinked quickly, emotion pricking again. “Me too.”

Mitre cleared his throat awkwardly, pretending he was busy with the bags. “Are we going to stand outside

all day? Because my back is not twenty anymore.”

Camila swatted his arm lightly. “Stop complaining.”

They moved inside.

The house smelled faintly of citrus and clean wood, but underneath that was something warmer, something lived-in. Eve hadn’t realised it until she saw Camila and Mitre’s faces relax as soon as they

stepped in.

Camila wandered slowly through the living room, her eyes taking in the details, the soft cushions, the art,

the careful elegance. But it wasn’t envy in her gaze.

It was pride.

“You deserve peace,” she said quietly.

Eve swallowed. “I’m trying to keep it.”

Camila turned to her with an affectionate frown. “And you will. With love, you will.”

They settled in quickly. Eve guided them to the guest rooms, helping arrange their bags while Mitre insisted on carrying anything even remotely heavy. Camila unpacked the things she brought with a fluttering excitement: spices from their kitchen, herbal teas, homemade snacks, a soft blanket “for the baby,” and a small pouch of baby socks that made Eve laugh and cry at the same time.

“You’re doing too much,” Eve teased.

Camila lifted her chin proudly. “I’m doing what mothers do.”

Eve went still at that, but Camila didn’t seem to notice the way the word landed. Or perhaps she did, and

she was simply letting it settle in Eve gently, as if saying, this is true whether you accept it today or not.

By midday, Eve cooked something light, warm soup, bread, fruit, and they ate together at the kitchen

island, the sunlight pouring in through the windows like a blessing.

“So,” Camila said after a few bites, “where is Ryan?”

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“At the office,” Eve replied. “I didn’t go to work today because you were arriving.”

Camila’s eyes widened. “Work?”

Eve laughed. “Yes, work.”

Mitre leaned forward, interested. “Tell us.”

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Eve explained, her hands moving as she spoke, how she’d been brought into the organising team for the

cooking competition; how Alexander ran operations; how they were accepting contestants from all over;

how the prize was five million dollars; and how Ryan had placed her in charge last minute.

Camila looked stunned and delighted. “Ryan put you in charge?”

“He wanted me to do something I love,” Eve said, “so I wouldn’t feel idle.”

Mitre nodded approvingly. “It will be exceptional. I know it. You’re thorough.”

Eve smiled, warmed by the faith in his voice. “I’m trying not to mess it up.”

Camila waved her hand like the idea was ridiculous. “You won’t. You were born to run kitchens. Now you just run bigger ones.”

They laughed together, and for a moment, Eve let herself relax. For a moment, she forgot Steven, blackmail, Ashbrooks, scandals, Leah’s eyes, the taste of threats disguised as family concern.

For a moment, she was just Eve, sitting with the Rodrigos, safe.

By the time evening began to settle, Camila and Mitre were fully at ease in the house. Camila sat on the sofa with her feet tucked under her, sipping tea and asking Eve about the baby. Mitre wandered the kitchen like he owned it, poking at appliances and declaring half of them “unnecessary but impressive.”

When the front door opened later, Ryan’s presence filled the space before he even spoke.

He stepped in, loosened his tie, and then froze when he saw them.

A genuine smile broke across his face, rare, unguarded.

“Camila,” he said warmly. “Mitre.”

Camila stood immediately, her face lighting up. “Ryan.”

Mitre reached out first, and Ryan shook his hand firmly, the respect between them quiet but real.

“I’m glad you made it,” Ryan said.

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Camila replied, her tone affectionate but not overly familiar. She had always carried

herself with dignity, even in someone else’s home.

Ryan’s eyes flicked briefly to Eve, checking her face, her posture, the subtle signs of tiredness. Then he set down his briefcase and motioned toward the hallway.

“I brought someone,” he said.

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Eve blinked. “Someone?”

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A woman stepped in behind him, middle-aged, composed, wearing simple professional attire. She held her

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