Surprise Marriage to a Billionaire
Chapter 112: Crawling Into My Bed

Chapter 112: Crawling Into My Bed

Clifford and Sanya didn’t stay long. After some tea and conversation, they bid farewell. Rain, feeling unsettled, retreated to her bedroom and lacked the energy to cook dinner as planned. She was emotionally drained by Sanya’s continued silence.

Later, as Rain was called for dinner, she remained subdued. Afterward, while Alexander excused himself to handle other matters, her father-in-law, Rock Lancaster, approached her with concern.

"Rain, are you alright?" Rock asked gently.

"I’m fine, Father. Just feeling a bit sad," Rain admitted.

Rock guided her to the living area and invited her to sit. "Do you want to talk about it?" he offered.

Rain’s eyes welled up, and she began to cry. "I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m sorry," she said, her voice choked with emotion.

Rock placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I think I understand. You’re hurt by your friend’s actions. She hasn’t confessed to you yet, has she?" he guessed, and Rain nodded in agreement.

Rain was no longer surprised that Rock or even Alexander knew about the truth behind her marriage. After all, Rock was part of GIS and technically Brandon’s boss. And Alexander, undoubtedly, had his own contacts within GIS.

"I can’t believe that after all these years, she hasn’t been honest with me," Rain said, her voice trembling. "I understand she might be scared of my reaction, but it’s not like I would stay angry forever. Even though the situation may have worked out, it’s wrong that she didn’t consult me first. Now she probably knows I’m aware, but she’s still keeping silent."

She was angry, hurt, and deeply disappointed with Sanya. Despite everything, she didn’t want to lose her because Sanya had been like a sister to her. However, if Sanya continued to be stubborn and refused to address her actions...

"Shhh... That’s enough for now. It’s not good for you to get stressed, especially since you’re still recovering from a mild concussion," Rock said soothingly.

Rain appreciated his concern and felt comforted by his presence. It was clear that even though Sanya had betrayed her, she was grateful for the support she received from Rock and the Lancaster family.

That thought brought on a fresh wave of tears, despite her attempts to hold them back. Rock gently patted her back, providing reassurance.

"Things will work out. Your friend will come around. She may seem outspoken, but she could be struggling with her own issues and finding it hard to confess her mistakes," Rock said.

’Still, I want her to tell me everything. It shouldn’t drag on like this, forcing me to hear it from others.’

For Rain, Sanya should have confessed by now. The fact that she hadn’t was both disappointing and infuriating.

Rain didn’t know how long they stayed like that, with her crying and Rock comforting her. Unbeknownst to them, Alexander was hidden nearby, listening to her distress. He only left when she finally stopped crying.

Rain broke the embrace and wiped her tears. She forced a smile and said, "You should get some rest, Father. Let me walk you to your room."

Rock nodded, and Rain escorted him to his bedroom before heading upstairs to her own room.

But Rain came to a stop when she saw Alexander leaning against the wall near his door.

"Why are you standing there?" she asked.

He straightened up and rubbed his nape as he looked at her. "About what you said earlier, about us sleeping in the same room..."

Rain’s eyes widened. "Are you considering it?"

He nodded, and her face brightened. "So, you’ve agreed? We’ll be sleeping in your bedroom? But definitely not share the same bed," she reconfirmed.

"Yes, you’ll sleep in the bed, and I’ll take the sofabed by the window," Alexander explained.

Rain pouted and frowned. "But I like that spot! You should sleep in your bed, and I’ll use the sofabed from now on!"

Alexander blinked in surprise. "Wait, are you planning to sleep there now?"

"Yes, no need to delay it," she said with a grin. "Let me just tidy up, and I’ll join you soon. Don’t lock the door yet," she said before turning and hurrying back to her bedroom.

Rain couldn’t believe how easily Alexander had lifted her spirits. It was perfect timing, as she had a feeling she wouldn’t sleep well alone tonight. She quickly grabbed her pillow and quilt and headed to Alexander’s bedroom.

She settled into the sofabed as if it were her own, appreciating the view outside and the fact that the TV was within sight. Alexander wasn’t in the room, so she assumed he was in the restroom.

"This is actually cozy," she hummed contentedly, enjoying the new setup. Soon, Alexander emerged from the restroom, shirtless and wearing only his pajamas. Rain’s face flushed red.

She quickly covered her eyes, hearing Alexander’s amused laughter. "It’s not like you haven’t seen this part of my body," he teased.

Her face twitched as she retorted, "And I’d prefer not to see it so often! The perfect body is too distracting. Put something on!"

"Stop that. I’ve already put on a shirt," Alexander remarked, his tone teasing. Rain opened her eyes and grinned playfully, "You should dress more conservatively like that, so I won’t be tempted to crawl into your bed."

Alexander’s face flushed bright red under the room’s light. "Is that why you’re wearing pajamas?" he shot back, "Are you worried that if you wore something more revealing, I’d end up crawling into your bed?"

Rain’s face immediately matched the color of his. Truthfully, she usually wore just a comfortable shirt or a nightgown with only panties underneath. She despised sleeping with a bra, and tonight was no different—she was braless.

She suddenly realized that sleeping in the same bedroom might have been a bad idea, but she hated the idea of people in the house gossiping about how strange her marriage with Alexander was. She wanted everyone to believe their marriage was real—because that was her ultimate goal.

Rain wouldn’t have minded if Alexander crawled into her bed, as long as he’d decided to keep her for good. ’Maybe I should just say it,’ she mused.

Clearing her throat and mustering up the courage, she shamelessly said, "I wouldn’t mind you crawling into my bed at all—if our marriage were real and you’d decided to keep me forever."