Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 91: Return to Safety

Evander kept his eyes on the road, his jaw clenched, gripping the wheel like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Delphinia sat quietly in the passenger seat, her hand resting lightly on her cheek, wincing when her fingertips brushed against the tender skin. A soft groan escaped her lips as the pain jabbed at her, bringing the night’s chaos back into focus.

"You should stop touching it," Evander finally said with concern.

Delphinia gave him a faint smile, her voice soft. "It stings. I can’t help it."

His gaze shifted to her for a split second. "You shouldn’t have had to endure that," he said, his voice lower now.

Delphinia looked down at her hands, her lips pressing together. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt something other than the weight of disappointment or fear. She felt... safe.

As they approached the Walton Estate, Delphinia straightened slightly in her seat. The grand mansion loomed in the distance, its lights warm and inviting against the night sky. A soft exhale escaped her as the tension in her hands eased without her noticing.

The car came to a smooth stop in the driveway. Evander turned off the engine and got out, walking swiftly to her side of the car. He opened the door for her, offering his hand.

Delphinia hesitated for a moment before taking it. Her legs felt a little shaky as she stepped out, her gaze lifting to the estate. She swallowed the lump in her throat, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought I’d be back here."

Evander placed his hand gently on her waist, guiding her forward. "You’re home now."

His words sank in, and she couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at her lips. They stepped inside together, the silence of the house broken only by the faint echo of their footsteps.

As they climbed the grand staircase, Delphinia’s hand brushed against the polished railing. She was used to the grandeur of the Walton Estate, but tonight it felt different—less intimidating, more comforting.

Evander led her to his room, pushing the door open and gesturing for her to enter. She stepped inside, the familiar scent of cedarwood and something distinctly him filling the air.

She plopped down on the bed, her fingers grazed the soft blanket beneath her. "I never realized how much I missed this room," she murmured.

Evander stood by the door for a moment, his sharp eyes watching her. Without a word, he left the room, leaving her momentarily alone. She took a quick look around, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her pants. The silence was soothing, yet her mind raced.

When Evander returned, he was carrying a small ice pack. He walked over to her and held it out. "For your cheek," he said simply.

Delphinia took the ice pack with a grateful nod, pressing it gently against her cheek. She winced at the initial cold but sighed as the soothing chill dulled the pain.

Evander sat down beside her, the bed dipping slightly under his weight. "Who hit you?" he asked, his tone sharp, though he tried to mask his anger.

Delphinia hesitated, her fingers tightening around the ice pack. "My father," she admitted.

Evander’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. "Robert Harrington," he said slowly, his voice dripping with disdain. "I never thought he could stoop so low."

"You have no idea," Delphinia replied bitterly, her gaze dropping to her lap.

A moment of silence stretched between them before Delphinia turned to him. "How did you know I was at my father’s place?"

Evander leaned back slightly, his hands resting on his thighs. "I went to Valerie’s place first. I thought I’d pick you up there. But she told me you’d already gone home." He paused, his lips pressing into a thin line. "The rest... well, you know the story."

Delphinia nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Thank you," she said softly.

Evander raised an eyebrow. "For?"

"Yes," she replied, her grin growing. "For coming for me. Honestly, I didn’t think you would."

Evander turned to face her fully, his intense gaze locking onto hers. "Why wouldn’t I?" he asked. "You’re my wife."

Something about his serious tone made her heart skip a beat. Her throat tightened as she noticed the space—or lack of it—between them. His intense stare left her breathless.

To break the tension, she quickly pressed the ice pack against his chest. Caught off guard, Evander flinched but quickly snatched the ice pack before it fell.

"Careful," he said with a soft chuckle, shaking his head.

Delphinia stood abruptly. "I should clean myself up," she said, her voice a little too high-pitched.

Evander caught her wrist gently before she could take a step. "Wait," he called. "Let me prepare the bath for you."

Delphinia blinked, surprised. "You don’t have to—"

"I insist," he interrupted, releasing her wrist and placing the ice pack back in her hand. "Stay here."

He disappeared into the bathroom, and Delphinia sat back down, her heart still racing. She pressed the ice pack against her cheek, her mind was a jumble of questions and worries. The way Evander had looked at her, the way he had spoken—everything felt different.

From the bathroom, she could hear the sound of water running. Her gaze shifted toward the door, her breath hitching as anxiety prickled at her. She’d spent years feeling like she didn’t matter, like she was invisible and didn’t deserve love. Yet here he was, caring for her in a way she never thought anyone would.

When Evander returned, he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. "The bath’s ready," he said with a small smile.

Delphinia nodded, standing slowly. As she walked past him, she hesitated, glancing up at him. "Thank you," she said again, her voice filled with sincerity.

Evander’s expression softened. "Always," he replied.

As Delphinia stepped into the bathroom, she couldn’t help but smile. For the first time in years, she felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be.