Mr. Billionaire's Wife

chapter66

Kavya turned around and was surprised to see the anger in his eyes. It burned like a flame, one that she didn't shy away from. He looked as if he wanted to interrogate her there and then on how and why she owned a gun. But who was he to care whether she had one or not? She knew he owned the Mark XIX Desert Eagle, which was quite unheard of within the country.

She was the first to break their staring competition and when she did, she noticed something odd. He was sitting on her bed, his suit jacket and tie gone while his crinkled shirt was half open, revealing part of his muscular chest. His legs were still tucked into the same blanket she had previously been wrapped with.

"What are you doing in my bed?" She frowned, subconsciously glancing down to make sure her undergarments were still intact. She was terrified that something might have happened while she inebriated.

"I'm tidying up the blankets." He lied grabbing the ends and performing a horrible attempt at folding it.

Kavya narrowed her eyes, accusing him. "Why would you need to be sitting on the bed to fold the blanket?" She crossed her arms while she glared at him. She faintly remembered their phone call, her being drunk out of her mind, and him showing up to her doorstep. Whatever happened after the door opened, she couldn't remember.

"Everyone has their own method of tidying the blanket. Don't judge mine." Veer shamelessly said, despite the fact that he obviously has never folded anything before.

"If you're going to lie, at least pick a better one." She scowled, debating the idea of calling security. But a big part of her didn't want him to leave.

Kavya had noticed that during their frequent encounters, her heart would instantly calm and a feeling of security would wash over her the moment she senses his presence. Even Armaan was not able to evoke the feeling of having someone to rely on when the world becomes too hard to handle.

The way her heart stirs whenever their eyes meet had started to terrify her. She had gut feeling that if she lets herself give in, she would fall for him at an alarming rate. Kavya was scared of falling in love again, she knew that she wasn't emotionally stable yet, and another heartbreak might completely ruin her.

Despite that, she couldn't bring it in herself to push him away. She pressed her lips together, eyes flashing with uncertainty.

It's the truth, you just over think too much." He refused to back down and placed the sloppily folded blanket onto the corner of her bed.

Kavya let out a heavy sigh. It didn't seem this shameless man would relent to his horrible excuses, so she decided to ignore it. Besides, it's not like this is the first time they have slept in the same room.

Her privacy was obviously breached, but she knew he was a trustworthy man. He hadn't done anything to her every single time she was unconscious and she didn't think he would start anytime soon.

She just found it confusing that he would stay in the same bed as her until she realized that she also found herself in his bed the night before. She had always kept the guest bedroom locked so he wouldn't be able to sleep there, but why didn't he just leave after tucking her in? However, it doesn't matter now since she had obviously slept well.

"Why would you fold the blanket?" She mused, walking towards the now oddly shaped blanket.

Veer blinked, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "Why not?" He asked her, though it was a bit embarrassing to see such capable man not even able to do something as simple as folding blankets.

"Because I will need to use it later tonight." She rolled her eyes, opening it and laying it flat onto the bed. She fixed the edges so that her bed was more presentable.