Business Deal Between Mr And Mrs Billionaire

Chapter Eighty-Nine

As soon as Ivy was done crying, he'd taken her home and encouraged her to let Reil know before it was too late.

She'd promised to do it and thanked him for not telling her.

After, the driver took him home where Reil was waiting for him in the parlor, watching a movie.

When he'd walked in, she turned it off and jumped from the couch, a smile appearing on her lips as she headed towards him.

He studied her. She was looking beautiful in the braless singlet she wore that showed the little bump on her belly and a blue pajamas.

“Hey.” She planted a peck on his lips, and he couldn't help but smile at her sight.

“Hi beauty.” He wrapped her in an exhausted hug, his entire body feeling at peace by the hug.

When they drifted from the hug, and they both walked to the couch where he collapsed on, his mind trailed back to what Ivy had said.

How would Reil take the news? It'd be a sad thing to hear, but she deserved to hear it.

In his opinion, the past Ivy had been horrendous and nothing close to how the present Ivy acted.

Maybe if Reil knew all this, she might not be so annoyed.

He could see why Ivy had been so pained. It was sad, really sad. For both Ivy and Reil.

“...we really should do it, okay?” Reil concluded whatever speech she'd been making, and he hadn't heard a thing.

“Huh?” He didn't want to make it so obvious that he wasn't listening to her, but his exhaustion was wearing him off.

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over his shoulder as she took the seat beside him.

“Work must've been stressful.” She caressed her hand through his hair, “you didn't even hear a word on what I said.”

“I'm sorry, it's just—” He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing his forehead with his fingers to chase away the headache.

“You should go take a shower,” her fingers in his hair were actually soothing and he dropped his hand to enjoy the feeling.

“I was saying earlier that we need some maids in the house since I can't cook and for days like today when you come back stressed and need someone to cook for you.”

He nodded. He didn't even have any idea why he just wanted to live alone without any workers.

“I ordered something we can both eat,” she removed her hand from his hair, “so when you're done taking a shower, we could have dinner.”

He slowly opened his eyes, his head no longer aching after the massage. “You haven't had dinner?”

“I was waiting for you.” She said, looking like she was proud of herself for that.

“Why? It's not good for your health, you know? And for the baby.”

“Then maybe you should've come home earlier.” She folded her arms across her chest, leaning her back on the chair.

“I'm sorry about that.” He rubbed her shoulder with his hand, “I'll go take a shower then we can both have dinner.”

“Okay.”

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Reil stared at Drix from across the table. Something was certainly bothering him, but he wasn't saying it.

He'd been distracted more than half of the time since they started eating and they'd only been eating for four minutes.

She was trying to lighten up his mood with conversations, but it felt like a one-way conversation.

She tried to not let it piss her off as he was probably stressed out on something work-related.

“Drix,” she called his name in a soft tone, tired of his wandering away thoughts.

Though they were so close, he didn't hear her call his name.

She drew in a deep breath, hoping for patience, then called his name again, “Drix.”

This time, he snapped out of his wonderland and stared at her. “Hmm.”

“Something bothering you? You seem elsewhere.” She said, holding the glass of her milk.

“I do?” He sounded like he truly didn't know.

“Yeah,” she held his gaze in case his thought would wander away again, “you do.”

He closed his eyes, inhaled a sharp breath before opening it.

What the heck was that for?

“I'm sorry, I guess I'm just stressed.” He took a sip of his glass of water.

He wrinkled her forehead. Was this some kind of Zeekle scene part two? Because he was acting similar to how he acted in Zeekle's situation.

After a moment of silence and his thoughts wandering again, he asked an unexpected question, “can you tell me about your mom?”

“My mom?” Her mom?

Okay, wait wait wait.

Was there something he knew about her mom that he wasn't telling her and was now trying to get her opinion of her mom to know something?

If this was a novel, then it was most certainly true.

Then that meant that her mom would probably be the cause of another situation.

“Yeah,” his eyes read guilt and she knew she was right, “I just want to know your opinion on her.”

She furrowed her brows, trying to act calm but she knew it won't work.

She hadn't heard a thing from her mom in twenty-seven years of her life, why the fuck was he bringing it up?

“I already told you all you need to know about her that I've never heard a fucking thing from her since I was fucking born.” She didn't mean to sound so annoyed but her tone came out that way.

“And if you know any damn thing but you decide to keep it from me then I'll certainly be pissed off when I find out.”

She rose to her feet with force, the chair almost fell down, then stomped up to Drix's room.

She'd have stayed in one of the guests rooms if she was sure if it'd be neat. He didn't have cleaners after all.

His figure appeared by the door. “Hey.”

She glared at him, and watched him take slow steps towards him.

He was very handsome though he looked equally stressed.

And here she was, adding up to his stress.

Maybe she was overreacting. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones causing her to feel over annoyed.

He knelt on the bed beside her, his head resting on the wall as she stared down at her through the dim night light.

“I'm sorry if my question annoyed you.” He lifted a finger to caress her cheek.

“I'm sorry I shouted at you.” Her tone was just about a whisper as her gaze shifted to his juicy lips.

He leaned in for a soft kiss before pulling apart. “I love you a lot, you know?”

“I do.” She took his hand that wasn't on her cheeks. “And I don't want you keeping anything from me.”

He nodded. “Neither do I want to keep anything from you.”

“So will you tell me what you know about my mom?”

He shook his head. “I can't now, but if someone else doesn't, I will.”

Someone else? What was going on? Was that someone else her mom?

“I just want you to know that it's for your own good.” He added and she nodded.

“You're tired,” she removed his hand from her cheek, placing a kiss on it, “let's go to sleep.”

He nodded and they both lay on the bed beside each other, cuddling till sleep overtook them.