Cold Billionaire: Obsessed After Divorce

Nora Adams never thought Steven York would show up today.

They'd been married for three months, but she could count on one hand the times she'd actually seen him.

Nora was holding a glass of water and scrolling through her phone, dressed in a white spaghetti-strap nightgown. Her slender figure seemed to glow in the dim light.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a bang.

Nora jumped at the sound, startled. Her husband had been missing for a month. She never expected him to suddenly appear.

A man in a suit staggered in, clearly drunk.

Standing at 6'2", he had a mature male charm that was hard to ignore.

"What are you doing?" Steven asked from the doorway, his voice smooth and cultured.

His features were striking, with deep-set eyes that seemed to draw you in, making it hard to look away.

Nora's heart raced. He was just too handsome!

One more look, and she'd be blushing uncontrollably.

"I'm drinking water," Nora replied softly, avoiding his gaze.

"Drinking water?" Steven took a long stride toward her.

His cool hand landed on her waist, and with a startled yelp, she was pulled into his broad chest. "Steven,"

Steven glanced at her nightgown, noticing she wore nothing underneath, and chuckled lightly. "Dressed like this, trying to seduce me, huh?"

The word "seduce" rolled off his tongue, making her blush deeper as she lowered her long lashes. "Steven, you're drunk,"

He wasn't usually like this.

He rarely smiled and always seemed aloof.

Whenever he came home, he was usually drunk, crashed for the night, and left. He seemed very busy, always traveling for business, rarely home.

"Yeah, I am drunk." He murmured, "I want some honey water."

"I'll make it for you," Nora's legs felt weak at his gentle tone.

What was up with him today?

"Steven, why don't you sit on the couch for a bit while I make you some honey water?"

Steven shook his head, a hint of fatigue in his eyes. "No, my head hurts."

"Your head hurts again? Let me take you to the bedroom to lie down. Come on, I'll give you a head massage." Nora helped him to the master bedroom.

The master bedroom was Steven's room; she stayed in the guest room.

Steven had said they wouldn't share a room until they had feelings for each other.

"Steven, lie down." Nora helped the tall man into the room.

Finally getting him onto the bed, Steven's hand, with its defined knuckles, grabbed her, and they both tumbled onto the bed.

Steven was on top.

Nora was underneath.

The position was intimate.

Nora's eyes widened, staring up at Steven's handsome, refined face. He was so good-looking that it made her dizzy.

"Steven, what are you doing?" Nora asked, flustered, pushing against his chest, her cheeks flushed.

"What's this?" Steven's hand moved to her waist, pinching her lightly.

Nora was mortified!

That was her belly!

Steven kept pinching, trying to lift her nightgown for a better look. "Why do you have a belly? Are you pregnant?"

He was babbling nonsense, half-asleep.

Nora was beyond embarrassed, swatting away his restless hand. "That's just my belly."

Did he think her little belly meant she was pregnant?

Was it that big?

Just a little bit of extra weight, okay?

Besides, they hadn't even consummated their marriage, so where would a baby come from?

"Steven, let go of me. I'll make you some honey water!" Nora said, realizing the position was too risky.

She needed to break this intimacy.

If anything happened, she feared Steven would accuse her of taking advantage of him the next day!