Heiress' Househusband is a Secret Billionaire

Ruediger shooed Lariette to bed half an hour later, telling her not to worry about him. She put the pea bag inside the freezer again, intending to use it tomorrow if he still needed it.

Based on what the medic had told them, Ruediger’s bruise might fade entirely within a week.

"Aunt Mel told us to have breakfast with her and Uncle Paul," Lariette said as she and Ruediger left the living room, "If you feel sick, I’ll bring your food back."

"I’ll go with you," Ruediger lightly shook his head, smiling softly at the concerned Lariette, "I won’t say no to free food. Oh, when should we go to your Grandma?"

Lariette paused walking, tilting her chin up. Her eyes collided with Ruediger’s as he was also staring at her. The lights from above cast faint shadows on his face.

Curling her lips, Lariette replied, her voice soft, "After our breakfast. Grandma’s grave is ten minutes’ walk from here. I gonna bring some fresh flowers from her favorite garden."

Mrs. Evans was buried at the village’s graveyard, surrounded by the scenic view of rolling hills and fields of wildflowers.

During Mrs. Evans’ funeral a few years ago, a few of their old neighbors from Amberwood came to pay her the last respect. Sadly, the sweet old lady’s one and only daughter didn’t show up even after several attempts of contact.

Ruediger nodded, the smile on his lips softening, "Your grandma will surely love that. We’ll pick the freshest flowers for her."

Lariette couldn’t help but widen her smile. Ruediger’s words were simple but enough to elevate her joy about going to her grandmother’s grave. She couldn’t wait to bring him to visit her tomorrow.

"Good night, Eddy. Be careful of your back when sleeping."