Chapter 85: The Right Reward
[Zevian’s House]
Evelyn slipped into her baby blue loungewear, the soft cotton top and loose shorts comfortable against her skin. She carefully checked the bandage on her arm, ensuring it was secure, before stepping out of the bathroom.
A small smile tugged at her lips as she spotted Avery fast asleep beside Kiana on the bed, both clearly drained from the day’s drama. Tugging them under the blanket, she gently walked out of the room, shutting the door. With a silly grin, she padded down the stairs, her mind lighter than it had been all day.
When she reached the kitchen, she paused at the entrance, leaning against the doorframe. There he was—her charming, handsome, hard-working husband, cooking for her.
Zevian had changed into a grey shirt and loose black pants, his muscles flexing subtly as he stirred something in a bowl. His tousled hair framed his face perfectly, and Evelyn couldn’t help but admire him in silence, feeling her heart swell in joy.
Evelyn bit her lip, a playful grin creeping onto her face as she watched him. Moments like this, the simple and private ones, reminded her how lucky she was to marry such a charmer. It felt like she had won an unlimited free pass to admire him whenever she wished, the thought causing her to smile sheepishly.
Zevian her presence because he glanced up and immediately broke into a smile when he saw her. His smile was easy, warm—almost boyish. It sent a pleasant flutter through Evelyn’s chest, taking her back to their special days.
"You’re going to just stand there and stare, or are you going to help?" Zevian teased, turning back to his task but keeping his tone light and playful.
Evelyn pushed off the doorframe, her lips curling into a pout as she approached the counter. "Ah, how mean! I got injured and you want me to work?" she said, her voice lilting with amusement. "Kiana was right! I married a useless man!"
"I don’t think that line justifies the way you were gawking at me earlier." Zevian quipped, pretending to sound serious as he mixed the flour and water.
Evelyn’s cheek flushed at his words, getting caught by him. With a pout, she defended, "Gawking? Huh! I was just supervising you!"