Celia was so frightened that she almost cried out. Questions filled her mind. She didn't know when Tyson had come back and slept beside her. What was more, her head was on his arm, and she curled up in his arms. Did she sleep like this all night? . Tyson might have felt that Celia was already awake. He soon opened his eyes. In contrast to her embarrassment, he seemed calm. He even smiled and greeted, "Good morning, honey. Since he had just woken up, his voice was slightly different from usual. But it was still seductive and soul-stirring. Seeing that Tyson saw through her embarrassment, Celia stuttered, "You… When. When did you come back?". Tyson was taken with her and couldn't help smiling. "I came back as soon as I finished my job," he murmured, rubbing her head. Celia felt even more embarrassed, so she subconsciously lowered her head, forgetting she was in his arms. As soon as she dropped her head, it was buried in his neck. Her pulse raced when she smelled his pleasant fragrance. Tyson stroked her hair and explained softly, "You were already asleep when I came back last night, so I didn't wake you up. And I want to get used to the new role as your husband, so I slept next to you. But don't worry, I didn't do anything to you. Celia raised her head and frowned. "You suddenly slept with me without telling me. I'm not ready yet. But she felt remorseful after saying this. After all, they were already legally married. Sooner or later, they were bound to sleep together. So she wondered if he was hurt by her words. It was said that people with deformed features were often more sensitive. Celia paid close attention to Tyson's reactions. When she saw that he didn't get angry, and there was no sign that he was offended, she felt relieved. "I'll remember. Next time, I'll only get into your bed after I tell you

I hope I didn't scare you this time. If I did, please let me make it up to you. He seemed to be apologizing. But t he more she listened to him, the mo re she sensed something was wrong. Was he trying to say that there would be a next ti me? She felt ridiculous. Celia was preparing to teach Tyson a lesson when she saw h im lowering his head humbly. "Forgive me for leaving you al one at home on our wedding nig ht. It was just an emergency. Her heart softened at once. She was about to say that it wasn't a big deal when she felt his arm tighten ar ound her waist, causing her to cling to him fiercely. "Honey, how about I make up what I ow ed you last night?" . Celia was stunned on the spot, obv iously flustered. "No, there's no need. Don't worry about it. " She quickly refused and made up a lame excuse, "I haven't eaten anythi ng since last night. I'm too hungry to do it now. I feel s . o wea k. "It's okay. I'll do the job. You don't need to do a nything. " Tyson talked in a hushed tone. His warm br eath filled her ear, making her feel weak all over. Celia was so ashamed that she wanted to d ig a hole and hide. Her mind went blank, a nd she couldn't think of a way to say no. Seeing that she wasn't really ready, Tyson reached out and pinched the tip of her nose lightly. "Okay, then. I still owe you one. I'll make it up to you next time. He then got u p and changed his clothes. Celia suddenly remembered the scar on his waist she vaguely saw last night. S he wanted to take a closer look at it. But this time, he moved so fa st that she didn't get the cha nce to see it clearly at all

Celia was a little sullen. If s he didn't see the scar clearly, she would always be suspicious. "Honey, it's time for yo u to get up. Wash your fa ce and brush your teeth. She nodded, got up from the bed, and entered the bathroom. And she was surprised to see th at her toiletries had already been prepared. Although Tyson was a bit unpredictable for her, he treated her very kindly. After washing up, Celia directly walked to th e kitchen, intending to make breakfast for Ty son to repay his kindness and thoughtfulness. But as soon as she entered th e kitchen, she saw him hangin g his apron back on the wall. When he turned and saw her , his thin lips curled slig htly. "Breakfast is ready. Celia was taken aback. She didn't expect to be treated so well on the second day after their wedding. Tyson seemed to be different from what she had heard from the rumors. He walked into the dining room with the breakfast in his hand and said, "Aren't you hungry? Go ahead and ea t now. I'll just wash my face and brush my teeth too. He gently rubbed he r head and strode to wards the bathroom. When Tyson walked into the bathroom, he found that the facilitie s there were worn-out. All these years, no one had ever been here except him. He wondered if Celia could get used to living here. From the moment she firmly declared at the weddi ng that she would go wherever he was, he had sec retly regarded her as the hostess of this home. Perhaps they were destine d to be together since tha t night he possessed her. Tyson returned to the dining room after washing up. He intended to ask Celia whether she enjoyed the meal, but he discovered t hat she hadn't eaten yet. She was waiting for him to join her. There were two sets of tableware on the table. Her smile wa s like a breeze blowing in his heart that had been as tranq uil as a lake for many years. It was agitated at this time. His eyes had always been fil led with indifference. But no w, they were full of warmth. His hea rt beat faster. Was it because h e already had fe elings for her?