His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 476 How could I not worry?

Bella led him quietly into the kitchen, her fingers still wrapped around his wrist as if she were afraid he might disappear if she let go. The house had sunk into a deep, peaceful silence. Most of the lights were off, leaving only the soft glow from under the cabinets and a faint lamp near the counter. Shadows stretched lazily across the marble floor, and the world felt hushed and intimate, as though the night itself was giving them privacy.

She released his hand and moved with gentle familiarity, opening drawers without sound, checking the stove, her movements slow but purposeful. There was already food prepared from earlier, neatly stored away, and she reheated it carefully. Leo leaned against the counter, watching her without saying a word. There was something deeply domestic and tender about the way she fussed over the food, tasting a little, adjusting the heat, making sure everything was just right for him.

When she was satisfied, she served the food onto plates, arranging his portion first, then her own, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She placed his plate in front of him with both hands, then looked up, her eyes soft but serious.

"Sit," she said gently, leaving no room for argument.

Leo obeyed without a word, lowering himself onto the chair as she sat across from him. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

"Eat," she said again, softer this time.

He picked up his fork, still watching her. "You didn’t have to do this."

She frowned immediately, leaning forward a little. "I wanted to," she replied. "You take care of everyone. You take care of me. If I don’t do this... then what kind of wife am I?"

His heart skipped a beat. He finally took a bite, and the tension in his shoulders eased just a fraction. Bella watched him closely, relief blooming on her face as she saw him actually eating.

"Slowly," she murmured, instinctively reaching out to rest her hand over his wrist. "It’s late."

Leo glanced down at her hand, then up at her face, his expression unreadable but heavy with feeling. "You fainted today," he said quietly. "And you’re still worrying about me."

Her lashes lowered. "Because you stayed," she whispered. "You didn’t leave my side. You didn’t eat. You didn’t sleep. How could I not worry?"

For a moment, he couldn’t speak. He simply turned his hand, threading his fingers through hers, holding on as if grounding himself.

They ate together in silence after that, slow and unhurried, stealing glances at each other between bites.

Meanwhile, Lina lay awake in her room, staring at the ceiling, sleep refusing to come no matter how hard she tried. Her heart was restless because of everything that had happened. Leo had firmly sent everyone away to rest, insisting that he would stay with Bella himself, but a mother’s worry was not something that quieted easily. After a long moment of hesitation, she finally rose from her bed, wrapped a shawl around her shoulders, and padded softly downstairs.

The house was almost entirely dark, wrapped in that gentle, late-night stillness that only came when everyone had finally gone to bed. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, a faint glow caught her eye. Light spilled softly from the kitchen, warm and golden, completely out of place in the sleeping house. Lina slowed her steps, curiosity pulling her forward.

She stopped just before the doorway.

Inside, she saw them.

Bella sat across from Leo, a small plate in front of her, watching him with quiet focus as he ate. Leo, usually so sharp and cold, looked relaxed in a way Lina rarely ever saw. His posture was loose, his movements unguarded. Bella leaned forward occasionally, reminding him to eat slowly, her voice low and caring.

They didn’t notice her standing there.

And Lina didn’t interrupt.

Her hand lifted unconsciously to her mouth as her eyes softened. This wasn’t just a husband and wife sharing a late meal. This was two people holding each other together after a storm, healing without words. Bella wasn’t fragile in that moment. She was strong in her gentleness. And Leo wasn’t cold or frightening. He was simply a man being cared for by the woman he loved.

A small smile curved across Lina’s lips, slow and heartfelt.

She turned away quietly, her steps light as she made her way back upstairs, careful not to disturb them. As she slipped back into her room, her heart finally eased.

They would be okay.

More than okay.

Meanwhile, Bella gently tugged at his hand, her fingers warm and firm around his. "Let’s go now," she said softly, though there was no room for argument in her tone. "You need to sleep."

Leo chuckled under his breath, tired eyes lifting to her face. "Bunny... let’s just stay here," he murmured.

She shook her head immediately, stubborn glint appearing in her eyes. Without another word, she pulled him toward the stairs, step by step, as if guiding a sleepy child. Leo followed, helpless and amused, letting her lead him because he knew she felt safest in their room, in that space that belonged only to them.

The hallway upstairs was dim. Bella pushed the bedroom door open and guided him inside, her movements gentle but determined. She made him sit, then nudged him back until he lay down properly on the bed, adjusting the pillows with surprising seriousness, as if this were the most important task in the world.

"Sleep," she told him firmly, climbing onto the bed beside him.

Leo turned his head slightly, watching her with a faint smile. There was something unbearably cute about the way she took care of him, like she was stitching him back together without even realizing it. He closed his eyes as she asked, but sleep stayed far away, his thoughts still restless.

Bella noticed immediately.

She leaned closer and carefully pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. His eyelashes fluttered at the touch, a small reaction that made her smile. She kissed him again, slower this time, lingering just a little longer, as if pouring all her reassurance into that simple gesture.

"It’s okay," she whispered, her voice barely louder than a breath. "I’m here."

Leo’s breathing gradually deepened, his tense shoulders finally easing as her presence settled around him. Bella moved closer, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear. One of his arms moved instinctively, pulling her in, holding her as if he had been waiting for that moment all along.

She smiled softly, eyes closing at last.