Heiress' Househusband is a Secret Billionaire - Chapter 283

Chapter 283: What If I Want to Sell You?
When the new week began, Lariette became busier because of the closely approaching Sports Day. The event would be held this Friday. She just had to tough it up until her break for the harvest festival the other week.

“Hey! Who took the zip ties? I need them!”

“Ugh, my hands are so sweaty! This rope keeps slipping!”

“Ms. Elsher said Booth 7 is there, not here!”

As the final preparations began, tents were set up on the field before the students worked together to place the tables and chairs. At the same time, some practiced harder to achieve victories. Their fiery competitive spirit was at all time high.

That Thursday, Lariette stayed late at school until the sun dipped below the horizon, all hungry and exhausted. Fortunately, Ruediger came to assist her as promised. He would be present for Sports Day tomorrow as well.

“Lari, bye~”

“Ruediger, thank you for your help. See you tomorrow.”

“Get some rest! Tomorrow’s gonna be so hectic!”

Lariette and Ruediger waved at the teachers who remained on the school field. Instead of cooking at home, the couple decided to have dinner outside.

Despite being so hungry, Lariette’s exhaustion won over. She didn’t eat much during dinner. Her eyelids kept drooping while her limbs throbbed.

After days of running around the school grounds, supervising students, lifting boxes of supplies and setting up tents, Lariette’s muscles became so strained. She couldn’t wait for the weekend to arrive.

“Lettie, how about a massage before you sleep?” Ruediger suggested once they reached home, his brows furrowing with worries, “You can sleep better tonight.”

Lariette glanced behind her shoulder, finding a concerned Ruediger staring back at her. Exhaling a sigh, she nodded once.

“Thank you, Eddy. I gonna bathe first.”

Ruediger smiled faintly. He gently rubbed Lariette’s back, “Go. Take a long soak. I’ll go to your bedroom after I’m done with mine.”

“Okay.”

Three days ago, Ruediger suggested Lariette get some massage. She was so thankful for his offer. He often helped her before bedtime. She joked that he should get a massage certificate.

Since that night last week, Lariette and Ruediger had started sleeping together, always exchanging between his bedroom and hers. The hecticness of her workday this week stopped them from chatting much before bed.

After taking a long soak in the tub, Lariette emerged from the washroom, dressed in her pajamas. She threw herself on the bed, a groan slipping out of her lips.

Knock! Knock!

“Lettie, you there?”

Blinking, Lariette quickly said, “Come in.”

With a turn of the metal handle, Ruediger opened the door. He looked refreshed after an afternoon under the sun.

Ruediger let his hair loose, the crimson locks falling on his shoulders. He wore his usual dark green sweatshirt, paired with light brown joggers.

“Eddy…” Lariette couldn’t help but whine. She stretched her hands out, “I think my hands and legs have forgotten how to work. They ache so much.”

Ruediger chuckled as he approached the bed. Settling on the mattress while facing Lariette, he took one of her hands, “Poor Lettie. Lay properly. I’ll start with your legs.”

“Okay~”

After laying pillows against the headboard, Lariette leaned comfortably on them, her eyes half-lidded. Ruediger quietly rolled the pants up until her thighs, then he grabbed a bottle of massage oil from the bedside table.

With practiced ease, Ruediger began to knead the tension from Lariette’s right calf. Lariette closed her eyes fully, feeling how perfect the pressure was, firm but not painful. He moved in slow, rhythmic circles down her aching muscles.

“I think I’ve gone over ten thousand steps today,” Lariette mumbled, drowsy, “Up and down the field, back and forth from the storage room. I answered students’ questions like a robot too.”

Ruediger smiled faintly. Even though he wasn’t there from the beginning, he did witness how hard Lariette worked in performing her part for the event.

“You’re the most competent one around,” Ruediger chuckled, “So it can’t be helped.”

“Such a flatterer,” Lariette complained, but a smile tugged on her lips.

Ruediger shifted his focus to Lariette’s feet. He rubbed along the arches of her soles, pressing into sore spots with his thumbs. She groaned, feeling the ache.

“You should go to a spa this weekend,” Ruediger exhaled a sigh, “Get the full package. Your husband’s treat, what do you say?”

Lariette opened her eyes, staring at Ruediger. She said teasingly, “That does sound so tempting. You gonna give me your card to swipe around, huh?”

Stifling his laughter, Ruediger leaned over to peck on Lariette’s lips, “If my wife wanna do that, it’s up to her.”

Lariette chuckled. Grinning, she cupped Ruediger’s face, “What if she wanna sell you?”

“She can do that too. I’ll help her count the money after the successful transaction.”

“Hahaha!”

Ruediger smiled in helplessness. He resumed the massage, now focusing on Lariette’s arms. Starting from the right one, he gently but firmly kneaded the tension away.

The gentle hum of the city echoed faintly outside the windows. Ruediger looked at Lariette who had fallen asleep. Her head tilted down slightly. He carefully scooted closer before adjusting her position on the bed.

Sitting beside the sleeping Lariette, Ruediger gently brushed her bangs away. A small and contented smile curled on his lips.

Ruediger pulled the blanket to cover Lariette. Her chest rose and fell in a quiet, steady rhythm. Her chocolate brown locks splayed on the pastel lilac pillowsheet.

Ruediger quietly slipped out of bed, wanting to wash his hands. He stepped inside the ensuite washroom, which he had accustomed himself to ever since they began sleeping together.

So many things happened in the past few weeks. He couldn’t wait to experience more days ahead with her.

‘When we get to Moonville… Should I start asking about her childhood again?’

Reflected in the mirror, Ruediger saw the smile on his lips falter slightly. For a reason only known to him, he dreaded the day he decided to reveal who he was to Lariette.

Should he tell her?

Or just keep it hidden?

Ruediger chased the thoughts away from the mind, unwilling to lose sleep because of them. After leaving the bathroom, he sneaked under the blanket as quietly as possible, afraid of disturbing Lariette.

‘She sleeps so well.’

Ruediger smiled in relief as he watched how deeply Lariette was in slumber. He refrained from chuckling when she instinctively nestled closer to him as he brought her in his arms.

Leaning down, he left a soft kiss on her forehead, followed by a whisper, “Sweet dreams, my love.”

Ruediger found comfort sleeping by Lariette’s side, only to be awakened by a shriek the next day.