A wedding night Love Affair With The Billionaire

Chapter 47 Do Something That Should Be Done When Drunk

Doing nothing seemed to make time pass by very quickly; it went from noon to night in the blink of an

eye.

Usually, she would paint to kill time. But unsure if she was feeling weak or very miserable, her shaky

hands couldn't even hold a brush, let alone draw lines.

She could forget about drawing for the day. Putting the pen and drawing block down, she sat

motionless on the bed, staring into space the entire day.

……

The sound of the engine jolted Eliza awake in the evening. Tanner had returned from work.

Scared, she didn't dare to face him.

Tanner entered the bedroom only to see her wrapped under the blanket.

Striding to the bed, he lifted the covers to see a wan face.

"What's wrong?" He felt her forehead with his large palm.

His voice was deep, and from it, she could hear his concern.

Eliza had made great efforts to bury herself in the blankets, only for him to yank it in one go.

His somewhat caring words had hurt her even more.

Why did Tanner have to do this? Why did he pretend to care about her…

Her eyes turned wet again; she couldn't afford his concern.

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Her words carried alienation.

Eliza had never used such a tone with him before.

She would timidly call him with her soft little voice when she was little, and as she grew a little older,

she would still smile at him despite her fear, probably intimidated by how influential the Deleon family

was.

And then Ball Island… those were their happiest days. They were nobodies, and they didn't have any

complicated relationships bothering them. That was the only time they acted like lovers.

Had she forgotten all that after returning to San Francisco?

Tanner held a death grip on her chin, forcing her to face him.

"Open your eyes."

He wasn't asking.

Eliza kept her eyes shut, eyelashes fluttering.

She trembled in intimidation. No one dared to disobey him here, but she couldn't open her eyes, for

she knew her tears would fall the moment she did.

She frowned, silently opposing.

He knew that he had gone overboard the night before, planning to have a chat about their problems

lately when he came home. He thought she still wasn't feeling well, seeing how she snuggled in bed.

But guess what? This was the attitude he got.

He was even reluctant to lay his hands on her when she went out for dinner with some other man on

her own, only that he hadn't watched the force he grabbed her with.

But now, when he wanted to talk to her, she was all 'I want nothing to do with you'.

"Eliza, I will give you three seconds. Open your eyes."

His anger was starting to leak into his words.

No, she could not open her eyes. He must definitely be pleased to see her cry because of him, right?

She was just a random stand-in to him, but she had fallen for him in just over a month. Tanner really

had great charm.

As she thought so, she pursed her lips tightly and restrained the urge to open her eyes with all her

might under his coercion.

Her three seconds were up. Tanner sneered. She didn't want to look at him? Did she know how many

women in San Francisco tried to throw themselves at him?

He had no interest in other women in the past.

But now, he had changed his mind.

Her shackled chin had been released, and the slamming door told her he had left.

If he faked his departure, he could see it as soon as he turned around.

To see Eliza covered in tears.

……

Tanner sped his Maserati GranCabrio along the roads with lightning speed in the dark night.

Reaching his destination, he got out of the car.

The best bar in all of San Francisco, Sunset Bar.

The owner was his business partner. Though not exactly friends, they were on good terms.

Unlike other entrepreneurs, he didn't like to put himself and his company in magazines for the sake of

publicity.

Apart from the high society, others would've only heard his name and not know what he looked like.

Being the best bar in San Francisco, and all the bar staff knew he was an honorable guest because of

the partnership, it became the best place for him to get a drink.

He didn't even have to say anything before an attendant brought him to a private luxurious VIP room.

With the boss absent, the manager came over, hearing who had arrived.

"Mr. Deleon, what can I get you this time?"

He stood deferentially, and cold sweat seemed to be dripping from his forehead.

Tanner's expression was cold, seemingly grim as he sat in the room. He hadn't done anything, but his

expression and aura alone were enough to scare the wits out of them. Tanner Deleon, not someone

they could afford to mess with.

The manager was naturally asking if he wanted alcohol or women.

He did come to seek a woman's company. But not anymore.

Perhaps inured, he didn't want other women close to him, especially in such a place. Even a virgin was

filthy to him.

More importantly, he had only come to trigger Eliza. But she knew nothing about it, so what 'trigger'?

Funnily enough. Who would've thought he, Tanner Deleon, was doing this because of a woman.

"Whisky on the rocks. Make it strong."

With years of social engagement, he had learned a thing or two about alcohol.

Whisky was smooth and kicked a punch, which was what he preferred. He ordered it strong only

because he wanted to get drunk.

Never would he have thought there'd be a day he'd want to get drunk.

……

Raelyn was in a good mood that day, getting her nails done in the afternoon and watching TV at home

at night, only to receive a call from Mckenna.

"Raelyn, have you fallen out with Tanner?"

Mckenna's gentle voice came from the other end of the line.

"Of course not, Grandma. He's really sweet to me. You don't have to worry." A hint of laziness laced

Raelyn's sweet voice.

"Don't lie to me! That rascal is in Sunset Bar; my friend bumped into him. He bullied you, hadn't he?

What did he do? I'll teach him a lesson."

"No, no. Tanner and I had a date, we…"

She sounded bashful, like she was hesitant to speak.

Hearing how defensive Raelyn was to her grandson, Mckenna was pleased. She sure had a good

upbringing, gentle and tolerant, and even treated Tanner well. Only a woman like her could become the

future matriarch of the Deleon family.

As someone who had seen it all, how could Mckenna not tell her future granddaughter-in-law was

hiding something? But lying or not, she had achieved her purpose of telling her Tanner's location.

She wasn't going to care what the two would do, but she knew this young one would definitely seize

the opportunity.

"Well then, I'm relieved. Do your best."

"I will, Grandma. Bye!"

Mckenna ended the call at that.

The smile on Raelyn's face grew presumptuous from the moment she answered the call.

Huh! How effective.

She wasn't worried at all that the truth would be brought to light. Knowing Eliza, she would never tell

Tanner about the messages as she would only be humiliating herself.

Sure enough, her little sister didn't disappoint her.

Raelyn dressed herself up; she had to make her move now.

Her family chauffeur sent her to Sunset Bar.

Raelyn caused a sensation as soon as she stepped inside.

Her seductive smile matched the atmosphere as well. She loved being the center of attention.

Her long, off-shoulder fiery red dress, in addition to her bedroom eyes, made her even more

bewitching. It was highly likely Tanner had come to get drunk, and she knew how seductive she looked.

Plus, even if he did the unforeseen and asked for an escort, her dress-up would definitely have those

lowly women feeling inferior.

She had nothing to fear.

Her confident and graceful strides had surrounding men latch their gazes on her, and she would

constantly hear catcalls, but she shrugged them all off.

As Sunset Bar was the best bar in San Francisco, every affluent family in the city had their own private

room here.

And Raelyn was lucky enough to have accompanied her father to the Deleon's room. As it was a

precious opportunity, she had seared the location into her mind.

Giving the attendant her VIP card, he led her to the second floor.

With some tip and a wink, she had gotten that green and inexperienced young man blushing, and he

didn't bring her to her room but instead went downstairs as she requested.

Standing in front of the Deleon's room, she adjusted her dress before knocking on the door.

No one answered.

With an eyebrow quirked, she opened the door and entered.

Bottles of opened liquor were placed on the table; the man was almost done drinking. Tanner sat on the

sofa, looking drunk; his slightly bowed head showed a hint of tiredness. But no matter how he looked,

he was still perfect.

Raelyn stared infatuatedly.

He was way too perfect, so perfect that she had fallen hopelessly in love with him.

The room didn't smell of any woman. Good.

Raelyn strutted over and sat next to him, leaning against his shoulder.

Tanner was only drunk, not f*cked up.

Seeing a woman next to him, he pushed her away impatiently. Her pungent perfume had nothing on his

Eliza's natural body fragrance.

Despite being pushed away, Raelyn wasn't discouraged but rather still looking all soft and coquettish.

How unappealing would she have been if she couldn't even take him down when he was drunk?!

No longer trying to lean against him, only leaning up close with seductive eyes, she looked completely

different from the demure socialite she usually was.

Tanner saw her face.

"E..."

Raelyn's eyes lit up. To her misery, she and Eliza had some resemblance; it had always annoyed her.

But it had now become her greatest weapon.

As long as Tanner couldn't tell if she was Raelyn or Eliza, she could swoop in and seal the deal by the

following morning. Even if he tried to deny it, Mekenna would see to it.

"Rae… Raelyn. Why… are you… here?"

He got a whiff of her perfume.

She was undoubtedly Raelyn.

Seeing her plan had failed, her unwillingness to admit defeat was written all over her face. Now that he

had recognized her, he naturally wouldn't let what shouldn't happen, happen.

She stroked his thin lips. Tanner... As expected from the man she took a fancy to, he was that f*cking

smart.

It wouldn't be her to come all the way here without doing anything. Since her plans were already foiled,

she could at least get some interest.

She inched her lips to him.