Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 186: Were you dreaming of me?

Anna was pinned against the cold tiles, her back arching as his lips claimed hers in a hungry, breath-stealing kiss. The sound of water cascading from the shower filled the room, drenching her completely as heat pooled beneath her skin, warring with the chill that surrounded them.

Her hands roamed over the sculpted muscles of his chest, feeling the tension ripple beneath her fingertips. Their mouths moved feverishly, desperate and unrestrained, leaving no space for air—no thought but the fire burning between them.

Her mind was a blur—every rational thought drowned beneath the rhythm of their breaths and the slick heat of their skin. She tilted her head back as his lips left hers, tracing a path down her throat, lingering over the sensitive curve of her collarbone before descending to her chest.

The soft flick of his tongue against her skin made her gasp, a shiver coursing through her. A knot coiled low in her stomach, drawing tighter with every teasing touch. She wanted more—the warmth, the taste, the consuming pull of his presence.

But then... something felt different. The water ran hotter, or maybe it was her pulse hammering too fast. A strange pressure built in her chest, like she couldn’t breathe. Her body trembled as his hand slipped lower, between her thighs— 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

And suddenly, the hazy pleasure twisted into something else.

A sharp flash—an image she’d tried to forget—Daniel’s face, the same heat, the same suffocating intensity. It was just like that dream. The one where she pushed him too far... and he punished her for it.

Her breath hitched. The warmth around her turned suffocating.

Why... why does it feel like I can’t breathe?

Panic clawed up her throat, and with a sharp gasp, Anna’s eyes flew open.

But what she saw next made her freeze entirely.

"Were you dreaming of me, wifey?"

The familiar voice cut through the fog, deep and teasing, dragging her back to reality. Her gaze snapped toward the sound—and there he was. Daniel with his lips curved into that devilish, knowing smile that made her pulse jump.

Anna blinked, her heart racing wildly. Before she could gather her bearings, Daniel leaned in, bringing his face closer. His breath brushed her lips just before he pecked them lightly, a fleeting touch that sent another shiver down her spine.

Her body tensed, caught between disbelief and the lingering haze of her dream. But then another shock tore through her—Daniel’s hand slipped lower, brushing against the place that still throbbed with leftover heat.

"You’re wet," he murmured, his voice low, almost amused.

The words crashed into her like ice water.

Anna’s breath hitched sharply, her mind going blank as the haze shattered completely. Reality came rushing back in a dizzying wave—the steam, the water, his closeness. Her face flamed as she stumbled back a step, wide-eyed and speechless.

Daniel’s grin only deepened, eyes glinting with mischief as if he knew exactly the kind of dream she’d just woken from.

And all Anna could think was—this time, she wasn’t sure if she’d truly woken up... or stepped into another kind of dream entirely.

He was supposed to be in the office. She was supposed to be alone.

Then how come this devil is back?

Anna’s thoughts scrambled in disbelief, but before she could make sense of anything, Daniel’s deliberate touch dragged her right back into the moment. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, her breath hitching as the warmth of his hand traced dangerously close to where she was already trembling.

Her eyes flew open in shock, but the gentle brush of his fingers over her core made her blink rapidly, the air catching in her throat.

"N-no... I’m not," she managed to whisper, her voice a fragile attempt at denial. But even she could hear the crack in her tone—the lie that trembled in her breath.

Daniel’s gaze darkened, his smirk deepening as his fingers lingered, pressing lightly against the thin barrier of fabric between them.

"Not?" he murmured, his tone low and taunting. "Then how about I make you wet—just like your dream did? Because I’d hate to think my wife was dreaming of someone else."

The words struck like a spark, burning through the fragile air between them. A glint of jealousy flared in his eyes—brief, sharp, unmistakable.

Anna’s breath hitched again. For a moment, she saw the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior, the same look that made her both weak and wary.

He didn’t move closer. Not yet. He just watched her, his expression unreadable but his eyes burning with an intensity that made her pulse stutter.

Anna swallowed hard, feeling her throat tighten. The atmosphere shifted—the teasing heat replaced by something heavier, more dangerous.

She flinched when his gaze locked with hers, the weight of it pinning her in place. That change, she recognized it instantly. It was the side of Daniel she had wanted to see yesterday, the one that lingered at the edge of his restraint.

But now, seeing in front of him, feeling that dark energy rolling off him in waves, she regretted ever wishing for it.

Because jealous Daniel was far more dangerous than the playful one.

Daniel knew he was being ridiculous for being jealous over himself, of all people. But knowing that didn’t stop the gnawing irritation curling in his chest. The thought that Anna could dream, react, or even feel something that wasn’t about him—it unsettled him more than he cared to admit.

He wanted all of her. Her thoughts. Her reactions. Her stubborn defiance and every breathless sound she made. Everything. He wanted it to belong to him.

Daniel wasn’t the kind of man easily swayed by desire, yet Anna had undone him piece by piece. No woman had ever consumed his mind the way she did. It wasn’t just attraction, it was a pull he couldn’t fight. The more she pushed him away, the more he found himself drawn to her, like gravity itself had conspired against his will.

And yet, somewhere in the back of his mind, he tried to reason with himself, to give her the benefit of the doubt. To let her think she had the upper hand. Because that was the strange balance they shared, a constant back-and-forth, like a seesaw never steady, always shifting.

When one was high, the other pulled them down. When one lost control, the other reclaimed it.

And right now, Daniel was the one tipping too high, riding the edge of his own insecurities. The only person who could steady him, who could bring him back down, was Anna.

But the irony wasn’t lost on him.

Because every time she did, she made him fall a little harder.

"Still no word?"

Daniel’s voice came out low, almost a growl, reverberating through the steam-filled space. His gaze locked with hers, steady, unyielding, and burning with something that made her pulse stutter.

Anna swallowed hard, her breath hitching as the silence stretched between them. The intensity in his eyes deepened, sharp enough to make her curl her toes against the slick tiles. It wasn’t just a look, it was a pull, one that made every nerve in her body tremble in response.

But Daniel didn’t wait for her to find her voice this time. He didn’t wait for her to deny him, to fight him, or to pretend she didn’t want this as much as he did.

He simply moved.