Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 52: Cute bunny prints

Chapter 52: Cute bunny prints

Mira could barely speak, let alone react to what had just happened. The car screeched to a halt in front of the mansion. It wasn’t their main residence but the one they stayed in for the charity gala. As the car stopped, a wave of relief washed over her. The tension from the confined space they had been in was finally behind them, and the fresh air of the night was a welcome change. The chauffeur seemed equally relieved, thankful that Zamian, being a man of his word, hadn’t asked him to stop mid-journey or leave the car. He had sensed the change of air something he would not believe his boss could do.

He began to feel a sense of respect for Mira as the way she managed to transform his stoic and cold boss persona.

Without wasting time, the chauffeur stepped out of the vehicle and opened the door for both Mira and Zamian. Mira blushed, realizing she was still seated on Zamian’s lap. The warmth of his body against hers made her heart race, and in an attempt to escape the growing tension between them, she muttered, "Let’s go," as she quickly slid off his lap and stepped out of the car. Zamian followed, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He always seemed one step ahead of her, anticipating her every move, but tonight there was something different about the air between them.

As they entered the mansion, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the tension in the car. The lights were soft, and the air smelled of freshly cooked food. Despite leaving the charity gala earlier than planned, dinner had already been prepared. The table was set, with delicate silverware and dishes laid out, ready for their quiet evening.

"I’ll go get changed," Mira said softly, breaking the silence. Zamian merely nodded, his eyes lingering on her a little longer than usual as they both began walking upstairs.

Once inside the bedroom, Mira’s smile deepened. She had been planning this moment for a while, though she wasn’t sure how Zamian would react. There was a playfulness in her voice as she turned to face him. "I want us to wear something special for tonight," she said, her words laced with excitement. She had been nervous about whether or not he would agree, but now that they were alone, she decided to take the plunge.

Zamian raised an eyebrow, clearly unsure of what she was hinting at. He stood there, silently trying to make sense of her words. Mira, seeing his confusion, giggled softly and moved toward the closet. From inside, she pulled out two sets of pajamas—one pink and one blue. They were covered in cute bunny prints, a stark contrast to the formal clothing they had been wearing all evening. She held them up with a small, mischievous grin.

"These are so cute, right?" she said, her eyes gleaming as she looked at the bunny designs. "I thought we could wear them tonight."

Zamian stared at the pajamas in disbelief. It was such a far cry from the serious, controlled atmosphere that usually surrounded them. He wasn’t sure how to react at first. The man known for his cold, emotionless demeanor was now being asked to wear bunny pajamas. For a moment, he stood there, stunned by the absurdity of the situation.

Mira, seeing his hesitation, bit her lip nervously but couldn’t hide her excitement. She had gone out of her way to plan this, even instructing the lady who had arranged her dress for the charity gala to find matching pajamas for both of them. Though she wasn’t sure if Zamian would agree, she had used her own hard-earned money to buy them, not the funds he had given her. This made the gesture even more personal.

Who would have thought they both prepared something for today? While she brought pajamas, he surprised her with a necklace.

As Mira changed into the pink bunny-printed pajamas, she couldn’t contain her happiness. Her heart was practically bursting as she stepped out of the bathroom, a grin plastered on her face. She turned to see Zamian standing there, holding the blue pajamas in his hands. He stared at them for a moment, clearly processing everything before finally heading to the bathroom to change. There was a brief pause as he stared at the mirror, bunny print reflecting back at him. With a sigh, he put them on.

When he stepped out, his eyes widened at the sight of Mira. She was squealing in delight, jumping up and down with both hands clasped together in front of her. Her joy was infectious, and before he could say anything, she rushed to the drawer, grabbed her phone, and walked up to him, her excitement bubbling over.

"Can you come a little closer?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. Zamian was taken aback by how something so simple—matching pajamas—could bring her so much joy. He moved closer as she instructed, still unsure of what to make of the situation.

Mira positioned the phone for a selfie and giggled as she directed him, "Put both your hands on your cheeks, like in a manga!" Her enthusiasm was undeniable, and Zamian, though usually reserved, obliged her request. With his hands on his cheeks and her cheek pressed close to his, she snapped the picture.

"So cute!" Mira squealed, jumping up and down once again. Zamian stood there, bewildered but oddly amused by the whole thing. Her joy was so pure, so contagious, that he couldn’t help but be drawn into it.

Mira proudly showed him the selfie, her eyes sparkling as she admired the photo. Her happiness was so genuine that it took him by surprise. Without thinking, Zamian pulled out his own phone and handed it to her.

"Do the same with mine," he said, his voice softer than usual. Mira looked up at him, her smile growing even wider as she took his phone.

"Why?" she asked, giggling as she positioned the phone for another selfie. But she didn’t wait for an answer. She was already pressing her cheek against his and snapping another picture. As she looked at the photo, her cheeks flushed with excitement, Zamian found himself staring at her more than the phone. She was biting her lower lip, trying to contain her happiness, and it was impossible for him not to be affected by it.

By the time they headed downstairs for dinner, the atmosphere had completely shifted. The usually tense, formal air was replaced by a strange sense of lightheartedness. However, the moment they stepped into the dining area, all eyes were on them—specifically on Zamian. The chefs, who had been waiting for them to arrive, stopped in their tracks, their mouths hanging open in disbelief. The cold, stoic CEO they were used to was now standing before them in bunny-printed pajamas.

One of the chefs, clearly startled by the sight, dropped the drink he had been carrying. "I’m so sorry!" he stammered, quickly bending down to clean up the mess. The shock in the room was palpable.

Mira, oblivious to the cause of their reactions, glanced around, confused. Why were they all staring? She didn’t realize that seeing Zamian, the usually intimidating CEO, in something as playful as bunny pajamas was the last thing anyone had expected.

As they sat down for dinner, Zamian finally broke the silence. "About your reward..." he began, his voice calm as ever.

Mira looked up from her plate, her cheeks turning pink once again. She didn’t understand what he meant. "My reward?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zamian gave her a small smile. "I’ll reconsider," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "But for now, I think you need to rest. You’ve had enough excitement for today. We’ll continue tomorrow."

Mira stared at him, speechless. What kind of reward was he talking about? Before she could ask, John, one of Zamian’s men, arrived at the door.

"Boss, Mr. Zamian," he said, his tone urgent. "You have visitors."

Zamian’s voice was icy, his gaze fixed and unwavering. "I can’t accept unwanted visitors," he declared, the authority in his tone unmistakable.

John hesitated before responding, his own expression taut with tension.

"It’s your brother."