Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 37: A Promise Kept

Delphinia walked into the grand living room of the mansion, her footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. She paused, taking in the pristine condition of the house.

She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and sighed, looking at the feather duster. She’d wanted to help out with the chores, but the maids had already handled everything perfectly. Every vase, shelf, and corner was spotless.

Delphinia placed the duster back on a side table, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Well, that’s one way to feel useless," she murmured to herself.

Trying to make the most of her time, she strolled into the little reading corner by the living room. The bookshelves and the inviting armchair practically called her name. She selected a glossy magazine from the pile on the coffee table and settled in, skimming through the pages without much focus.

The hours passed slowly, the steady ticking of the antique clock on the wall the only sound in the house. Delphinia checked her phone occasionally, glancing at the time. Finally, the alarm she had set buzzed softly, startling her.

Delphinia silenced it and stretched, setting the magazine aside. She smoothed her hands over her dress and walked to the mirror in the hallway. Leaning closer, she inspected her reflection, adjusting a loose curl and straightening the delicate silver necklace resting against her collarbone.

She tilted her head. "Not bad," she said softly, smiling at herself.

Delphinia stepped back from the mirror, her smile fading slightly. She certainly didn’t want to look badthe last thing she wanted was to give Ashton a reason to feel embarrassed by her.

With a deep breath to calm her nerves, she straightened up. "You’re fine."

Happy with how she looked, Delphinia picked up her handbag and walked outside, spotting the driver cleaning the car. The ride to Ashton’s school was easy, with less traffic than usual.

As she arrived, she spotted several other cars parked near the entrance. Most of them were expensive models, gleaming under the sun, and she wasn’t surprised. This was, after all, St. Claire Academy, the most prestigious school in the city.

She stepped out of the car, while the driver waiting like usual. She noticed the school’s fancy sign near the gate, catching her attention. "St. Claire Academy: Nurturing Future Leaders," it read in elegant gold lettering.

Delphinia pursed her lips thoughtfully. She had heard about this school long before she married Evander. It was the kind of place reserved for the children of the upper class—CEOs, politicians, and heirs to family fortunes. It wasn’t just a school; it was a status symbol.

Delphinia tugged at her coat, brushing at wrinkles that weren’t really there. This was a school where even the kids looked like they belonged on a runway.

I can’t look out of place, or Ashton will feel ashamed, she worried. Her whole plan depended on her looking like she belonged here.

She made her way to a bench shaded by a large oak tree, positioned with a clear view of the school’s main entrance. Settling down, she crossed her legs and clasped her hands in her lap, waiting patiently.

Minutes ticked by as parents trickled into the area, most keeping to themselves. Though she felt a bit awkward, she brushed it off, looking toward the entrance until a soft voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Delphinia turned to see a well-dressed woman, probably in her mid-thirties, with warm brown eyes and a friendly smile.

"No, not at all," Delphinia said, gesturing for the woman to sit.

The woman lowered herself gracefully onto the bench. "Are you here to pick up your child?"

Delphinia hesitated for the briefest moment before answering. "My son," she said, the words unfamiliar but pleasant on her tongue.

The woman beamed. "Oh, how lovely! I’m here to pick up my daughter. What grade is your son in?"

"Third grade," Delphinia replied, returning the smile.

"Oh, really? My daughter’s in third grade as well. Maybe they’re classmates," the woman said casually.

Delphinia nodded politely, but before she could reply, the school bell rang, a cheerful sound that signaled the end of the day.

Kids came flooding out of the building, their excited chatter filling the space around them. The woman beside Delphinia excused herself quickly, her eyes lighting up as she spotted a little girl with a high ponytail. She rushed over to greet her, enveloping her daughter in a warm hug before they walked away hand in hand.

Delphinia remained seated, scanning the crowd for Ashton. Her heart skipped a beat when she finally spotted him. He walked out calmly, his backpack slung over one shoulder, his expression as composed as ever.

Delphinia stood and approached him, her smile bright and genuine. "Hi, Ashton," she said warmly.

Ashton paused, his eyebrows lifting slightly. "Oh. You really came to pick me up," he said, sounding both neutral and slightly surprised.

Delphinia tilted her head, taken aback. What does he mean by that? Do I look like someone who wouldn’t keep their word? she wondered. But instead of voicing her thoughts, she kept her tone light.

"Of course I did," she said. "I said I would, didn’t I?"

Ashton shrugged slightly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah, I guess."

Delphinia decided to brush off his reaction, determined not to let it dampen the moment. She gestured toward the parking lot. "Do you want to go home, or..." She trailed off, watching his face for a reaction.

Ashton glanced at her, clearly waiting for her to elaborate.

"Or," Delphinia continued with a small smile, "we could go out for some snacks. Just the two of us. What do you think?"

For a moment, Ashton seemed to consider her offer, his expression unreadable. Then, to her relief, he nodded.

"Okay," he said simply.

Delphinia’s smile widened, a genuine warmth spreading through her chest. "Great! Let’s go, then."

As they walked to the car together, Delphinia felt a quiet sense of accomplishment. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.