The Billionaire's Rental Wife Is A Hot Shot-Chapter 51: Special Gifts

"Is Kia asleep?" Evelyn asked as they finished talking about what all things happened in the mansion. Zevian fell into an odd silence and she didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

"She was tired since they had some dance practice in school," Zevian replied, his fingers moving to touch the loose strands of her hair. Evelyn stiffened as his hand played with the wet strands before he turned her around and made her sit on the bed.

Taking out the hairdryer, he plugged it in on the nightstand socket and faced her.

"I will do it myself," Evelyn murmured, her cheeks lightly flushed, definitely from the shower of course. But Zevian didn’t hear her and forced her to sit up on the ottoman.

Pulling her hair back, Zevian gently started drying, worried she might catch a cold. While his eyes were fixed on her hair, Evelyn’s were fixed on his face, the tender expression that made her feel giddy. Meeting him again was sure the best gift of her life.

Evelyn’s eyes traveled down to his Ivory-stripped shirt stained with her tears. She had cried so much that it had ruined the beautiful outfit.

"I ruined your shirt," she murmured with a pout, reaching out to see if it could be wiped off.

"Buy me a new one then," Zevian casually suggested, his words bringing a smile to Evelyn’s face. As much as he hated to admit it, this guy loved getting gifts from her, small or big, it didn’t matter. She knew they were special for him, considering how the pink plush piglet she had gotten him once was neatly mixed in Kiana’s toys.

"Let’s go shopping tomorrow, I will buy everything you want," Evelyn replied with a grin, making him chuckle.

"You sure?" Zevian asked, moving to the other part of her hair.

"Hell sure!" Evelyn replied, a chuckle escaping her lips. But it stopped quite soon when her stomach groaned out loud, screaming that these sweet moments weren’t going to pacify it like her stupid heart.

"I couldn’t eat much during the dinner," she tried to cover up, her eyes lowering down and glaring at her stomach. It always decided to embarrass her at the wrong time. But in return it only groaned louder, making Zevian chuckle out loud.

"What do you like to eat?" He asked, finishing drying her hair. Ruffling her bangs, he looked down at her, his smile warm and charming.

"Hmm," Evelyn thought and replied, "Pancakes?" That’s the only thing that might brighten her mood, though it was already better thanks to her sweet husband’s pampering.

"Alright, I will make it for you," Zevian replied, keeping back the hairdryer.

"Oh my god! Did you learn cooking?" Evelyn asked in surprise. He had never even stepped into the kitchen less cooking, so she had warned him to learn cooking if he even had the thought of marrying her back when they were dating.

Zevian smiled in response. Walking back to her, he replied, "Not a pro like you, but I have aced making all kinds of pancakes."

Evelyn felt her heart skip a beat, his words sending butterflies dancing in her stomach again. She was taken back to the time when she had jokingly teased him when they were cooking together for the first time:

"So you can’t even boil rice?" When Zevian innocently shook his head, Evelyn stared at him in disbelief.

"Well, you need to take classes starting now, Mr. Reign." The 19 year old Evelyn teased, a silly smile spread on her lips. "At least learn to make pancakes to coax me whenever I am mad."

Back in the present, Evelyn didn’t know how to react. So he remembered it? And he even learned to make them? Oh my god! He was making her fall for him all over again.

"Let’s go," Zevian said, his voice bringing Evelyn out of her fantasy. Trying her best not to smile like a fool, she followed him out of the room.

Luckily, Avery and Damien had left after waiting for them a while, realizing that everything was fine between them. The maids in the kitchen who were cleaning up to end their shift and returned quickly, panicked when their boss walked in with his wife.

"D-do you need something, Sir? You should have called one of the maids." The head chef quickly greeted them, having changed into normal clothes.

"Just finish off your jobs. Don’t mind us, Chef Alan." Evelyn said with a smile, making the workers even more anxious. Were they planning to cook? Oh, they couldn’t let it happen. But when Zevian nodded, demanding them to empty the room with just a glance, everyone quickly hurried out.

Evelyn found herself captivated as Zevian moved around the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up and his apron snug against his well-built frame. The sight of him cooking had always been one of her fantasies.

There was something undeniably attractive about the way he focused on the task, his hands deftly working the batter, muscles flexing with each movement. She couldn’t resist the sudden urge to pinch his cheek or steal a quick kiss, finding him irresistibly handsome and adorable.

Just as she was lost in her thoughts, admiring every detail of his form, Zevian’s voice pulled her back to reality. "Can you pass me the egg?"

Evelyn blinked, her cheeks warming as she realized she had been staring. She quickly handed him one from the tray, trying to mask her embarrassment with a casual smile. Zevian, sensing her flustered state, smirked but said nothing, his amusement clear in his eyes.

As they continued cooking together, Evelyn’s mind wandered to a mischievous idea.

She eyed the tray of eggs and turned to Zevian with a grin. "Do you know the easy technique for cracking eggs?" When Zevian shook his head, she said, "Let me teach you the trick."

Zevian, always eager to learn, nodded. And if Evelyn was his teacher, he was game for anything.

Evelyn’s grin widened as she picked up an egg. "Observe carefully," she instructed. At his nod, she continued, "First, you need to tap the egg on the edge of the bowl lightly. Just lightly, making sure not to crack it." Zevian frowned in concentration, mirroring her actions. "Then, you should lean forward slightly, ensuring you’re at an acute angle to the egg."

He followed her demonstration, leaning forward. Evelyn stifled a laugh and continued, "And then, you just need to find a sturdy forehead and crack it open." With that, she smacked the egg onto Zevian’s forehead.

"Ta-da! Here you go," Evelyn finished, dropping the yolk into the mixing bowl.

Zevian stood frozen for a moment, trying to process what just happened. The dull ache on his forehead brought him back to reality, and he shot her a glare, only to find her laughing at his expense.

"This is really a good technique," Zevian grumbled, picking up an egg from the tray. "Let me test it," he said, and Evelyn backed away, shaking her head amidst her laughter.

"Come here, while I’m still being nice," Zevian demanded, taking a step forward. But Evelyn was already on the move, darting to the other side of the counter. Her laughter echoed through the kitchen as Zevian gave chase, egg in hand.

In no time, they were darting around the kitchen like a cat-and-mouse duo. Evelyn’s laughter and playful screams grew louder, drawing the curious glances of a few workers who peeked in to see the commotion.

"Come here, Mrs. Reign," Zevian called, but Evelyn stubbornly shook her head, backing away.

"No!" Evelyn retorted, taking another step back, her laughter ringing through the kitchen.

In her haste to escape Zevian, Evelyn was so engrossed that she failed to notice the cleaning bucket innocently sitting on the kitchen floor. As she ran backward, her foot collided with the bucket, sending it skidding across the floor and spilling soapy water all over the tiles.

The unexpected movement of the bucket startled Evelyn, causing her to instinctively step back. Her foot landed in the soapy puddle, and a squeal left her mouth as her foot slipped out.

"Careful!" Zevian, who had been closely pursuing her, had no time to react. He reached out in an attempt to catch her, but gravity was quicker. In her panic, Evelyn’s hand found Zevian’s shirt, and she clung to it in desperation.

However, her frantic tug on his shirt only succeeded in pulling Zevian down with her. They both hit the floor with a thud, Zevian’s hand instinctively cushioning the back of her head from the hard floor.

The kitchen, which had been filled with laughter and playful banter just moments ago, fell into a stunned silence. The egg Zevian had been holding was launched into the air by their fall, landing with a splat beside him, the yolk spreading out on the floor, thankfully missing his head.

Evelyn regretted her playful antics now that she was pinned beneath Zevian, sandwiched between the cold, wet floor and his firm body. She could feel the soapy water seeping into her clothes, yet a warmth spread through her body as she felt his muscles against her skin, separated only by their thin clothing.