Rebirth of Billionaire's Wife - Chapter 372

Chapter 372: What do you think
“That was an impulsive move, though,” Gabriel sighed.

Eveline realized she might have been better off handling things more carefully. But the doubts swirling in her mind wouldn’t let her rest, pushing her to address the situation head-on instead.

“Now, don’t overthink it. We’ll find a way to confirm everything,” Gabriel reassured her, quickly picking up on her silence. He knew her all too well—her tendency to overanalyze had always concerned him. She would bury herself in thoughts until they started affecting her mood and behavior.

Eveline pouted. “I won’t.”

Gabriel chuckled, already picturing the expression on her face—one he found utterly adorable.

The two continued talking for a while before saying their goodbyes. After hanging up, Eveline headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

***

[Kaden’s Place]

“It’s strange when Eveline calls me ‘Aunt.’ The word feels so foreign—it actually makes me blush,” Sherlyn muttered, recalling their recent visit to the Miller house. She had enjoyed spending time with Erna and Eveline, getting to know them better.

Kaden raised an eyebrow. “Was that a good thing, or did it embarrass you?” he asked, his gaze locking onto her with curiosity.

Sherlyn noticed the expectant glint in his eyes—he was waiting for her to ease his doubts.

“You know I’m too young to be called ‘Aunt,'” she said, watching his expression shift from curiosity to mild annoyance.

“And you think I’m too old to be called ‘Uncle’?”

Sherlyn could tell Kaden was irked by her words, the tension in his stance confirming it.

“Of course, and in the real sense, you are her uncle—but I’m not her aunt,” Sherlyn said, causing Kaden’s brows to furrow in displeasure.

“Then go and find someone better than this ‘Uncle,'” Kaden muttered before turning to climb off the bed.

“Wait, where do you think you’re going, huh?” Sherlyn grabbed his arm, pulling him back onto the bed. Despite his obvious annoyance, he looked undeniably adorable, and she couldn’t help but admire him.

Kaden avoided her gaze, which only made Sherlyn reach out and pinch his chin, gently turning his face toward her.

“You know what I’m thinking right now?” she murmured, her smile slowly fading as desire took over. Her eyes locked onto his, tracing the sharp lines of his features. That tiny mole beneath his lower eyelid made him even more attractive, and those full, tempting lips had her craving more.

“What?” Kaden asked, still irritated but now curious.

“I just really want to kiss you,” she admitted, her voice soft but firm.

The moment the words left her lips, Kaden’s annoyance melted away, replaced by a slow, knowing smirk.

“Is that so? But this uncle is too old for you,” he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

“Yes, but this uncle is mine,” Sherlyn countered, her gaze unwavering. “And I don’t mind being the aunt—if he wants to make me one.”

Kaden flipped Sherlyn onto her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he inhaled her soothing fragrance.

“Marry me, Sherlyn,” he murmured against her skin.

Her body went rigid in response.

Kaden smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the delicate spot on her neck before pulling back.

The moment their eyes met, Sherlyn’s stillness wavered. Her lips quivered as the weight of his words sank in. What had started as playful teasing had suddenly turned into something real—something she had secretly longed for.

“Y-You’re joking,” she stammered, still trying to process the sudden proposal. But the unwavering intensity in Kaden’s gaze made her heart skip a beat.

“You think after all these years of longing and separation, I would ever let you go again? No, that’s not possible,” he said firmly, his voice laced with determination and sincerity.

He had wasted enough time letting his doubts and fears dictate his actions. Not anymore.

The day he saw Sherlyn again at the café, he knew it was a sign—fate giving him another chance. And the moment he confessed his feelings, he knew she was the one he could never walk away from.

Kaden watched as she struggled to form a response, her mind still reeling. Without giving her a chance to overthink, he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss.

It was gentle yet deliberate, a silent vow of everything he felt for her. He wasn’t playing games—he was dead serious.

Sherlyn froze as Kaden’s lips moved against hers, her mind still reeling from his sudden proposal. ‘Marry me.’ The words echoed in her head, clashing with years of longing, heartbreak, and hope.

Her hands trembled as they rested on his chest, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. But then, Kaden’s touch softened, his fingers skimming along her jaw, tilting her face up to him. His kiss wasn’t demanding—it was patient, filled with a quiet promise.

That was when the dam broke.

A shaky breath escaped her as she melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck. The hesitation, the doubts, all crumbled under the sheer weight of what she felt for him.

When he finally pulled back, their foreheads touched, and Kaden searched her face, his thumb brushing gently over her lips.

“You really mean it?” she whispered, her voice barely holding steady.

His grip on her tightened just slightly, his gaze burning with certainty. “More than anything.”

A single tear slipped down her cheek, and Kaden caught it with his thumb, his expression unreadable.

Then, she smiled—small at first, but full of warmth.

“Then yes. I’ll marry you.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Kaden exhaled sharply, as if he had been holding his breath this entire time. And then, without hesitation, he pulled her back into another kiss, this time with unrestrained passion, as if he never wanted to let her go again.

And Sherlyn? She kissed him back just as fiercely, because this time, she wasn’t afraid.

***

[Jonathan’s Room]

Eveline’s words kept swirling in Jonathan’s mind, refusing to settle. No matter how much he tried to push them away, they clung to him, stirring an unease he didn’t want to acknowledge.

If what Eveline said was true, then why had his father never once mentioned it?

“Are you still hung up on Eveline’s words?” Erna’s voice cut through his thoughts, snapping him back to the present.

Jonathan turned to look at her, his gaze searching. There was something in the way she stared at him—calm, yet too knowing—that sent an odd twist through his stomach.

“What do you think about it, Erna?” He asked, his voice quieter now. “Do you think she’s making sense?”