The Billionaire's Rental Wife Is A Hot Shot-Chapter 20: A Thief

"Why?" Evelyn asked innocently, turning around to meet his eyes. She undid her bun, letting her dark brown waves cascade down before slowly pulling them all to her left side.

That was Zevian’s weak point. He would always lose whenever she did that to tease him. Evelyn blinked innocently as his face hardened in frustration. That’s how torturous it is when you tease me, you idiot! she screamed inside her head, her expression every bit victorious.

"Wait," Evelyn gasped, feigning surprise. "Are you afraid of falling for me again?" When Zevian’s eyes narrowed, she continued, "Or worried someone else might like it as much as you do?"

Zevian didn’t find it funny at all that she was mocking him, throwing back his exact same lines. "Both!" he replied in the same tone she used earlier that morning. He didn’t care if she thought he was acting absurdly or that he had no right to get jealous since they were in a fake relationship. All he cared about was making sure no one else saw her in this dress, especially not that Italian mob prince!

Evelyn couldn’t hold back any longer and chuckled, finding his serious expression cute. "I am definitely wearing it then," she replied boldly, causing Zevian’s face to darken with anger.

Flipping her hair back, Evelyn turned around to leave and change into her regular clothes. But before she could enter the dressing room, Zevian’s large hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back with such force that she collided with his chest.

"And I am definitely not letting you wear it," Zevian retorted, the possessiveness in his voice making Evelyn weak in her knees. There was something in his challenging eyes and that husky voice that always left her breathless, which he knew better than anyone else.

When Evelyn struggled to free herself, Zevian gripped her tighter. His hand swiftly landed on her lower back, the cool sensation of his fingertips setting her entire body on fire. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, her face slowly betraying its angry facade, forcing her to try escaping again. But her futile attempts only made him pull her even closer, causing something unmistakably hard against her lower abdomen.

Evelyn sucked in a sharp breath, a bolt of electricity running through every corner of her body. Her cheeks turned an insane shade of red as it further pressed, and even Zevian realized what had just happened. The tension between them thickened, their eyes locking in shock and something deeper.

"Please, let me go!" Evelyn murmured, lowering her eyes while the urge to bury herself grew strong within her. Her hands, which had been clutching his black t-shirt, loosened, and she lightly pushed him away. Zevian’s earlier anger melted, and he slowly took a step back, feeling guilty for letting things escalate this way.

Once she found some space, Evelyn quickly ran inside the dressing room like a little rabbit. Entering the attached bathroom, she shut the door and leaned against it, gasping. Her body was on a weird, fiery high, and she did not expect the little accident to have so much effect on her.

"What are you doing here?" Avery asked, walking back into the room. Zevian, who had sneaked in as soon as he saw her leave, shook his head and left.

Avery blinked in confusion, her attention shifting to the bathroom where she heard her friend screaming and cursing herself. Shaking her head, she guessed Zevian might have annoyed her again and took her laptop to send some files to her assistant. This couple was fighting more than she had anticipated, making her anxious about their future. Little did she know, these weren’t just normal arguments, but the bridges made of old memories that were slowly bringing them closer.

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The wedding party arrived rather quickly, with Evelyn spending the whole day with her mother-in-law in the Reign Mansion. Rosalind had brought the finest experts to prep her for the big night, leaving no detail overlooked. Even Avery forced her to get all the massages, skincare, and beauty treatments done while she busily ran around the mansion making all the arrangements.

"Wow," Kiana, who had been accompanying Evelyn, gasped as the makeup artist finished giving her the final touch. Walking up to Evelyn, she grinned and exclaimed, "You look magical, Mommy!"

Even the staff helping Evelyn chuckled at her cute praise, and Evelyn bent down to kiss the little girl. "And so do you, sweetie," she replied, adjusting the pink heart pendant on Kiana’s dress.

"Oh my god!" Rosalind gasped as she entered the room, accompanied by someone who looked like her replica.

Evelyn looked regal in her custom-made, ivory stretch satin gown. It featured a built-in corseted bodice fitting close to her body, accentuating her superior figure. The gown’s tight-fitted, sleeveless design showcased her elegant shoulders and arms, while the draped, floor-sweeping skirt added a touch of dramatic elegance. With her hair styled in a bun, she paired the gown with a diamond bracelet on her wrist and a matching necklace, sparkling softly against her skin.

"You look beautiful, Evelyn. Only if we could hold the wedding again," Rosalind praised, feeling her attire deserved it. Turning to the woman beside her, she said, "This is my daughter, Natalie."

"Nice to meet you, Evelyn. You can call me Nate or Lia for short." Natalie stepped forward and greeted her with air kisses. She was delighted to see Evelyn, the first and perhaps only love of her little brother’s life.

"My pleasure, Nate," Evelyn replied with a sweet smile. Natalie Grey was well-known in their society, primarily for not being able to conceive in almost eight years of marriage. But what mattered most to Evelyn was her husband, Dominic Grey, Katherine’s brother.

"And these are sent specially by my brother," Natalie said, taking out a shoe box from the bag in her hands. Brandon had delivered it with the news that Zevian got stuck in an international emergency and would be a little late for the party.

Evelyn’s eyes lit up at the sight of a pair of sneakers, a small smile spreading across her lips. She hated wearing heels, especially with huge dresses like the one she wore tonight, and Zevian seemed to remember it. Though they hadn’t spoken or come face to face since last night’s accident, his little gesture warmed her heart, slightly easing her tension about how to face him tonight.

Wearing the sneakers, she smiled at the mother-daughter duo who didn’t tease her. Everyone in this house, even the workers, seemed to genuinely like her except for Jonathan.

"Let’s go and see the arrangements once," Rosalind suggested. Evelyn, with a smile, walked out with Kiana being carried by Natalie.

Guests started to arrive one by one as the clock struck seven, and Evelyn couldn’t help but feel anxious. Though the entire Reign family was with her, she still couldn’t calm her nerves, hoping for Zevian to arrive quickly.

"Evelyn Wright!" A familiar voice reached her ears. As Evelyn turned around, her eyes widened in surprise. Excusing herself from Natalie, she quickly ran in the man’s direction, causing even Kiana to frown.

"Am I late?" Zevian’s voice came from behind Natalie, who smiled seeing he had worn a three-piece suit back suit, paired with a white shirt inside. Kiana quickly jumped into his arms before pointing in the direction her mommy ran.

A frown tugged at Kiana’s lips as Evelyn hugged the man tightly, her following chuckle causing her to grit her teeth. The man didn’t stop there; he adjusted Evelyn’s hair, his expression gentle and warm.

Looking at Zevian, who stood expressionless, the little girl grumbled, "Someone is stealing Mommy from us, Daddy! Let’s go beat them!"