A wedding night Love Affair With The Billionaire

Chapter 55 Beg Me…

The room went silent once again when the call ended.

It was just him and her now.

With the sudden epiphany, Eliza suddenly didn't know what to do.

Tanner's provocative 'Liza' was still ringing in her ears. As for the sarcasm that followed, she was long

used to it… Though she didn't quite get where it came from, she didn't plan on arguing either as the

outcome had been established.

Tanner was sitting right next to her, looking grumpy. He must be upset, but what for, she did not know.

After a moment's silence, he pulled his phone out of his pocket to make a call.

And made his way to the bathroom.

His actions baffled Eliza. Why make a call in the bathroom of all places?

However, Tanner was too mysterious to her. After failing to reach an answer, she decided to just leave

it

Then again, when will her voice return…

Oh, how inconvenient it was not to be able to talk!

……

The call connected.

"Mr. Deleon."

"Are there any side effects to the prescription drugs you gave last night?"

Despite being a question, it was asked through gnashed teeth.

And the question turned into a statement.

The family doctor was on the other end of the line, and Tanner wanted to hold him accountable for

Eliza's lost voice.

He had come to the bathroom to avoid her. Eliza had always been restive, so he had to keep a close

eye on her. If she discovered she meant the world to him, she'd only make nothing of him even more.

"Mr. Deleon, all the medicine from last night were used to relieve fever and cold, no side effects to them

at all."

The doctor could tell his tone sounded off.

But despite it being a call, he could 'see' the murderous look on Mr. Deleon's face.

Speaking of which, it was only when he returned with the prescription drugs that he realized the patient

he treated was Mrs. Deleon after asking Aunt Bell.

So he couldn't help wondering if Mrs. Deleon was still feeling unwell, seeing how Mr. Deleon called to

ask about side effects.

Though Tanner wasn't in front of the doctor, he still stood deferentially, cold sweat dripping off his

forehead.

He recalled the prescriptions, but they were all common pharmaceutical drugs, and nothing would

happen even if taken together.

"Shall I come over, Mr. Deleon?"

The doctor asked gingerly. If something really happened, he wouldn't be able to reside in San

Francisco and even more so call himself a doctor and treat patients anymore.

The Deleon's family doctor was definitely the best in all of San Francisco. He had his dignity and pride

as well.

However, hearing the doctor's suggestion, Tanner frowned in dissatisfaction. They had finally gotten

their alone time; he didn't need a third person butting in!

"No need, just tell me why she lost her voice."

The doctor understood immediately hearing that. Based on his examination the night before, there

were only two possibilities.

"If Mrs. Deleon feels pain in her throat, it may be an acute sore throat. If she doesn't, it's probably that

her vocal chord is infected. I'll have someone send both medicines over. You can give the right one

once you've checked with her."

"Any side effects?"

The doctor panicked at the question.

The medicine he prescribed was all commercially available, and he'd deliberate giving any drugs that

had significant side effects.

"Mr. Deleon, these are all common medicines. If there are any side effects, it'd only be drowsiness, and

it's very normal. Nothing to worry about."

Tanner wasted no more time after getting the answer he was looking for.

"Bring it over ASAP."

With that, he ended the call.

Holding the phone, the doctor didn't know what to make of the situation, both amused and a little

speechless.

Compared to Mr. Deleon's doubts, he was more surprised that the only son of the Deleon family would

care so much about a woman!

She must be absolutely outstanding!

As last night was too urgent, he didn't get a good look at the patient. Recalling the petite body in Mr.

Deleon's arms, he thought that young lady must be blessed to be able to receive his affection.

However, it wasn't something he should be concerned about. He needed to prepare the prescription

and send it over as soon as possible.

……

After Tanner ended the call, he washed up before coming out of the bathroom.

It was a sunny day, and Eliza lay silently on the bed; however, her eyes were dull, and her expression

was blank.

Tanner's heart panged.

What happened to her?!

Dashing to the side of the bed, Eliza's face looked pallid, lifeless, but she was still blinking, proving she

was fine.

And with that, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Looking back at his panic, he wanted to look down on himself.

Eliza's fever had broken, so by right, she'd be fine. Her face was only pale because she had just

recovered and still needed recuperation. He didn't need to be nervous at all!

Luckily, she didn't notice.

Eliza was completely fine, just spacing out.

After Tanner entered the bathroom, Eliza mused. As she had a long sleep, she wasn't feeling sleepy,

plus she wasn't feeling like herself, and she barely had the energy to move.

The only thing in her mind then was all Tanner.

Everything he had done for her, significant and minor, crossed her mind.

She'd be lying if she said she wasn't moved. She could already consider herself lucky when a man was

willing to change for her; what was more, he was… Tanner.

He had done so much, yet look at her. She had only ever accepted submissively and did nothing in

return.

Thinking about it, she hadn't only let Raelyn down but also him.

However, in all honesty, her inaction stemmed from fear.

She had always been in awe of him since she was a child, and it wasn't a feeling that could be

obliterated after spending some time with him.

Even if she liked him, her fear would occasionally affect her behavior.

Nonetheless, this sickness had her deciding she should change. She should do something for Tanner

when he could keep vigil by her side all night long.

Perhaps not to take it as a gesture to her love, they would never have worked out anyway, but consider

it as repaying his debt for all the times he had saved her.

Eliza let her thoughts run wild.

She did hear the running water stop as well as his steady footsteps, but she didn't want to react to

either of them.

She was still disoriented; to be honest, her mental state wasn't that great.

She had constantly been feeling depressed lately when happiness suddenly descended upon her. This

sickness, coupled with the emotional roller coaster, it affected her recovery.

Tanner sat down beside her and held her hand.

The warmth from his palm slowly brought her back to reality.

And his heart string strummed, seeing her beautiful eyes lit up.

He could now ask for the morning kiss he failed to receive earlier, right?

Cupping her cheek with one hand, Tanner leaned in.

Eliza noticed his emotion, but…

She covered his mouth with her dainty hands. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Having feeble hands, she couldn't fight him even if she wanted to, only placing them gently over his

lips.

But even so, Tanner stopped.

Stone! She dared refuse him?!

His gaze latched onto her, burning with anger.

Why couldn't she see his love for her? Why must she always push him away?

Though terrified by his glare, she still put up a brave front.

Then, she withdrew her hands and picked up the drawing block and pen.

Tanner then sat back up, feeling as though someone had put a wet blanket over his lust.

He'd like to see what excuse she'd come up with!

Eliza strenuously wrote away, taking a long time before she finally turned the drawing block to him.

The childish handwriting wrote, "I want to wash up."

It wasn't an excuse; she really wanted it.

In actuality, she could taste the residual medicine in her mouth since she woke up, hating it.

Seeing her reply, he was amused.

Could she have come up with a lousier excuse? She was still unwell, yet she bothered herself to be

clean? She probably couldn't even hold the toothbrush, by the looks of it!

He grabbed her chin with his big hands. Her pale face seemed pitiful, but now, there was only coldness

left in his heart.

"Who do you want to save yourself for with me right here?"

Panic welled up in Eliza's eyes. He had misunderstood her again.

Looking at her coldly, Tanner thought, "Okay, Stone, you want to wash up? Fine. Let's see what other

excuse you'll use to reject me!"

Being carried in his arms, Eliza's bathrobe mussed, half-open, exposing her fair legs, making her more

seductive.

Tanner gulped at the sight. Sh*t!

Striding into the bathroom, he put his barefooted wife down in front of the mirror before circling her

slender waist with one hand.

Seeing that Eliza still felt a little dizzy and her legs were weak, he held a tighter grip on her, pressing

her to his body.

Leaning over, he whispered to her ear.

"You don't look so well, Mrs. Deleon; I don't mind helping you out."

Eliza could see how awful her face looked through the mirror, pallid. Tanner looked awful as well,

however grim. Indicating he was in a bad mood!

She wanted to refuse, but her voice still hadn't returned. Then she tried to reach for the toiletries, but

her hands were too weak.

The only reason she remained standing was all because of his support.

Tanner was more than happy to see her needing to depend on him.

This woman was too stubborn; he had to tame her.

He then nibbled her neck and earlobe.

"Beg me."

Hearing his husky voice, Eliza's breathing came to a halt.

They were in front of a massive floor-to-ceiling mirror with the vanity next to Tanner. He had deliberately

put here there!

Their intimate actions were laid bare right before her eyes...How embarrassing!

As blood rushed to her face, her complexion now looked much better.

On the other hand, how could she beg him? Refusing his demand aside, she couldn't beg even if she

wanted to, given her current condition.

Drifting his fathomless gaze over at the mirror, her bashful look, rosy cheeks, shortness of breath, and

helplessness at his kisses, was absolutely adorable.

But seeing how unwell she was, he decided to leave her alone for now.

He then picked her back up and turned around.

Eliza heaved a sigh of relief. She was way too nervous just now!

She slowly lifted her little hand only for Tanner to press it back down.

"Will you be able to keep it raised?"

Remnants of the aroused lust still lingered in his voice as he brushed his lips lightly against Eliza's

earlobe, making her heart itch.

"Next time you want to lie, make it more believable."

With the sudden turn of events, Eliza's gaze dimmed.

He was always like this, raining on her parade as soon as he got her heart fluttering.