My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back Chapter 31: Wifey

Lunara instantly pushed Eryx away, "What are you doing?!"

Eryx, who was still looking calm fixing his white shirt, "Well...what are you doing here?"

Lunara’s face burned as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "I—I was just sleeping!" she stamred, still flustered.

Eryx raised an eyebrow. "In my house?"

She stiffened. Right. She had nowhere else to go, but hearing him say it so casually made her feel cornered. Crossing her arms, she scowled at him. "That still doesn’t explain why your face was so close to mine!"

Eryx let out a small chuckle, the amusent clear in his eyes. "You looked different," he said simply, as if that explained everything.

Lunara frowned, clearly not understanding. "And that’s your excuse for getting that close?"

"Well... I had to confirm sothing." He took a step closer.

Lunara instinctively moved back, gripping the blanket. "Confirm what?"

Eryx tilted his head slightly, his eyes scanning her face. "That you’re really the sa woman I married two years ago."

Lunara’s breath caught in her throat. Her heart pounded. Did he finally realize it?

"I–I’m sorry?" Her lips slightly trembled.

Eryx watched her reaction closely, his sharp eyes catching every small detail. "You heard ," he said, his voice calm but firm.

Lunara swallowed, gripping the blanket tighter. "I... I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

Eryx let out a small smirk. "Don’t you?" He leaned slightly forward, his hands resting casually in his pockets. "Two years ago, my wife was a short-haired, baggy-clothes-wearing tomboy. Thick make-up, thick glasses." His eyes flickered over her features. "And now... you’re this."

Lunara forced a nervous laugh. "Sounds like she went through a glow-up. Good for her."

Eryx tilted his head, amusent clear in his gaze. "Good for too, don’t you think?"

Her breath hitched, but she quickly rolled her eyes. "You’re mistaken. I’m not her."

He humd as if considering her words, then suddenly reached out, gently taking a strand of her hair between his fingers. "The woman I married had short hair. Chopped unevenly, like she did it herself."

Lunara stiffened, her fingers clenching the blanket.

"But hair grows," he mused, letting the strand slip through his fingers. "And glasses can co off. So can thick makeup." His gaze locked onto hers. "But eyes? They stay the sa."

Lunara tightened her grip on the blanket, forcing herself to stay still. She couldn’t let him see how much his words rattled her.

"You’re imagining things," she muttered, turning her head away.

Eryx let out a low chuckle. "Maybe." He straightened, his smirk never fading. "But still... wouldn’t it be interesting if my missing wife had been right under my nose all along?"

Lunara’s heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it. She swallowed hard, trying to keep her face neutral.

Eryx watched her for a mont longer before stepping back. "Rest well," he said casually, as if this conversation had never happened.

Only when he finally left the room did Lunara allow herself to breathe.

Lunara’s breath turned shallow as panic set in. ’How did this happen so fast?’

She thought she could hide for at least a few days, long enough to figure out what to do next. But it had only taken Eryx a few hours to find her.

"Wifey," The door clicked open once again and Eryx peeked his head in, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Don’t think of running away again. We have a lot of things to settle."

Lunara’s heart pounded. She gritted her teeth, trying to keep her expression neutral, but the way Eryx looked at her like he had already won, made her annoyance grow.

"I wasn’t running away," she muttered, forcing herself to hold his gaze.

Eryx chuckled, stepping inside and leaning casually against the doorfra. "No? Then what do you call disappearing without a word and hiding in my house?"

"I said, I did not running away, Mr. Grantham. It is you, you," She pointed to him with her sharp eyes, "You are the one who didn’t freaking find for the damn two years."

Eryx raised an eyebrow, a smug look crossing his face. "Oh? So now you admit that you’re the woman I married two years ago?"

Lunara’s breath almost stopped. She realized her mistake too late. "I—I didn’t say that!" she snapped, gripping the blanket tighter.

"But you didn’t deny it either," he mused, tilting his head as he watched her squirm. Couldn’t wait for another seconds, he stepped inside the room again. He needed to find out more about this woman as his interest grew by every second.

Lunara pressed herself against the headboard, her pulse racing. "Stay back," she warned, but her voice lacked conviction.

Eryx let out a low chuckle, ignoring her weak protest as he took slow, deliberate steps closer. "Why? Afraid I’ll uncover more secrets?" His gaze flickered over her, sharp and calculating. "Or are you afraid of sothing else... Wifey?"

"For God’s sake Mr. Grantham, can you please leave alone?" She gulped as she put her hands up, as they would be able to stop him from whatever he tried to do. "You are good at that, right?"

"Ouch, that’s kind of painful." Eryx placed a hand over his chest as if she’d just wounded him. His lips curled into a smirk, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. "That’s supposed to be sarcasm, right?" He tilted his head, watching her reaction closely. "Because if not, I might actually start feeling hurt."

Lunara shot him a glare, her fingers almost forming a curse sign. "Take it however you want. Just get out."

Eryx clicked his tongue, shaking his head in amusent. "You’re really sothing," he muttered. Then, without warning, he leaned in slightly, just enough to make her nerves spike. "But I have bad news for you, Wifey." His voice dropped, teasing yet firm. "Now that I’ve found you, I’m not letting you go so easily."