Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)
Chapter 56 I Want Just You Tonight

Chapter 56 I Want Just You Tonight

As Stella's injuries required rest, Liam brought her home to take care of her.

Initially, she was quite worried as he was not the type to handle household chores; even cooking posed a challenge for him. With her being injured, she anticipated her home would be in total disarray. However, she was immediately surprised the moment he carried her through the door. The house was clean and organized, just as it had been before her injury.

"Not bad, right?" Liam whispered with a smile, his gaze resembling that of a young boy seeking his teacher's approval.

Stella smiled sweetly. While she had always considered her husband to be a mystery, that judgment was mostly influenced by his habit of reading financial news in multiple languages from various countries. She had not anticipated him to be such an adept housekeeper!

In no time, he had placed two dishes on the table. She took a bite, replaceing the taste decent though a tad salty. Nonetheless, she was pleasantly surprised that he could prepare something like this.

"I knew it. You're the most capable and incredible!" She gazed up at him charmingly. "Seems like getting injured has its benefits. I get to be a boss who doesn't lift a finger, just waiting to be served!" "Sure." Liam's chuckle was light, but his gaze held a subtle meaning. His voice grew slightly husky as he continued, "Then tonight, allow me to serve you thoroughly. How does that sound?" Stella instantly blushed, and her heart raced uncontrollably.

He laughed at her and continued with his meal.

For her, most things were manageable except for taking a shower. Although he had offered his assistance, she had firmly declined. The man chuckled. "We're already married. Why feel bashful about this? Given your leg's condition, it's only natural for me to lend a hand with your shower."

She kept her eyes downcast and said nothing, her small hands tightly clutching her clothing.

Observing her unease, Liam did not press the matter. However, her downcast eyelids, the delicate nibble on her rosy lips, the blend of innocence, shyness, and flustered state surrounding matters of intimacy, and the soft, timid tone she used in his presence as if both refusing and welcoming-all these elements combined to push him to the brink of losing control, putting his restraint to the test.

He narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Well, go ahead." He handed her a clean towel. "I'll be right outside. If you need anything, just call me."

Stella nodded and quickly entered the bathroom.

After a while, Liam became worried and continued pacing by the door.

"Are you alright?" He knocked on the door, and the sound of running water momentarily ceased.

"I can come in and help you-"

"No need!" Stella hurriedly called out. "I can manage it myself!"

Liam paused briefly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

The sound of running water made him feel itchy in his heart.

Contemplating her leg in a cast, her struggling alone in the slippery bathtub, and the need for caution on the tiled floor... he furrowed his brow.

Maybe I should go in! It's not about taking advantage but not wanting her to slip and fall. With that in mind, he pushed the door open, only to replace Stella trying to climb out of the bathtub... The sight of her delicate, translucent skin radiated the beauty of a woman fresh out of the bath; she was completely exposed...

Liam's Adam's apple bobbed, his mouth went dry, and he felt his blood rush to his head!

She was equally startled. Due to her injured leg, she had kept it outside the bathtub. But now, as she tried to climb out, her legs were awkwardly spread wide in an awkward pose...

"Ah!" A shrill scream escaped Stella's lips, her face flushing crimson with embarrassment and anxiety. Her foot slipped, and she was on the verge of falling onto the tiled floor. However, the ground was not what she met. Instead, she fell into a warm embrace.

Grabbing a towel, he intended to cover her, but his hand halted midway. The scene he caught, a fleeting glimpse of her post-bath allure, sent his heart racing uncontrollably...

It had been almost half a year since what was supposed to take place on their wedding night. They had delayed it at that time because they were practically strangers, living under the same roof. Naturally, they needed time to adapt. But now...

"P-Please, don't look!" She shyly averted her gaze, her hands flustered as she attempted to shield the sensitive areas.

"Okay, I won't look." Liam chuckled softly, his deep and husky voice resonating with intense desire. Leaning down, he scooped Stella up into his arms.

"What's the point of just looking?" He whispered heatedly into her ear, "Certain things... must be done!"

Her mind went blank. When she finally regained her senses, he had already gently placed her on the bed in the bedroom. He moved closer, and his deep eyes seemed to flicker with an intense fire.

Stella's breath quickened as she felt his tender and sporadic kisses raining down on her, each one delicate and cherished.

"Just for tonight..." Liam's tone was not a question but the inherent masculinity and dominance as he whispered into her ear, "I want you!"

She shifted restlessly, her large, watery eyes a blend of shyness and confusion.

He smiled, avoiding her injured left leg. "Don't be afraid." He chuckled deeply and said, "Just leave the rest to me!"