My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back
Chapter 66: Mila’s Aunt

Chapter 66: Mila’s Aunt

Lunara shot Naomi a sharp look. "No, we shall not."

Naomi chuckled but didn’t push further. "Fine, fine. But it would’ve been fun to see his reaction."

Lunara ignored that, focusing on the counter as the barista called out their order. She picked up her drink, taking a long sip, as if the coffee could wash away the irritation bubbling inside her.

Naomi grabbed her own cup and turned toward the seating area. "Where should we sit?"

Lunara scanned the café, intentionally avoiding the corner where Eryx was. "Somewhere far from unnecessary distractions."

Naomi smirked but followed her lead. They found a small table near the window, offering a perfect view of the street outside.

But just as Lunara settled in her seat, she heard a familiar voice from behind.

"Wifey?"

Lunara froze.

Her grip tightened around her cup as she turned to face Eryx, who stood there with his usual unreadable expression. He had just called her that out loud like it was nothing.

Naomi choked on her drink. "Oh, we’re doing this now?"

Lunara shot her a glare before looking back at Eryx. "Do I know you?"

Instead of answering, he reached over, took her cup, and casually sipped from it. "What are you doing here?" he asked, as if he hadn’t just set her nerves on fire.

Lunara’s eyes twitched. He had the audacity to take her drink and act like this was normal?

"Drinking coffee," she said, her voice flat. "Or at least, I was before someone decided to steal it."

Eryx didn’t seem fazed. He placed the cup back in front of her like he hadn’t just committed a crime. "Come sit with us."

Lunara crossed her arms, glaring at Eryx. "No, thanks. We’re perfectly fine right here."

Eryx raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re about to explode."

Naomi, sensing the tension, sipped her drink awkwardly. "Should I... grab popcorn or...?"

Lunara ignored her. "Why would I sit with you?"

Eryx leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Because Mila’s watching."

Lunara stiffened. Her eyes flickered past him to the little girl at the table, her wide, curious gaze fixed on them. Her tiny fingers clutched her cup, and for a moment, Lunara hesitated. "And what’s that got to do with me?"

"Because she kept on pointing at you and saying mommy..."

Lunara’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around her cup as she forced out a laugh. "You’re joking."

"I’m not laughing," he said flatly. He glanced back at Mila, who was still watching them with wide, expectant eyes. "So? Are you going to keep sitting here, or are you going to come over?"

Lunara’s sharp glare landed right on Eryx, "What are you doing? I clearly heard you said that we need to keep our marriage a secret, but what is this? Are you playing with me?"

Eryx met her glare with a calm expression, as if her anger barely registered. "I said to keep our marriage a secret," he replied, his voice even. "But Mila doesn’t know anything about that, does she?"

Lunara clenched her jaw. "And you expect me to just—" She gestured vaguely toward the table, frustration simmering beneath her skin. "No, thanks. Your problem, you explain it to her. Let’s go, Naomi." She stood up.

"But..." Naomi panicked as she stood up, "Our dessert still did not arrive yet."

Eryx let out a quiet sigh before placing Lunara’s drink back in front of her. "Sit." His tone was firm, not demanding but leaving little room for argument.

Lunara narrowed her eyes. "I don’t take orders from you."

"Then take it as a request," he said, his gaze steady. "At least until your dessert arrives."

Naomi, caught in the tension, awkwardly glanced between them. "Uh... he has a point. We already paid for it."

Lunara exhaled sharply, clearly annoyed, but she sat back down with a huff. "Can you go? I am losing my appetite just looking at your face."

Eryx raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "I was told that my face is my asset."

Naomi, who was sipping her coffee, nearly choked as she sputtered out her drink. "Did you just make a joke? Seriously?" She turned to Lunara with wide eyes. "This is a rare event. I can die in peace now... this is the first time I’ve heard him crack a joke after tattooing that cold expression on his face for years."

Lunara rolled her eyes. "Don’t encourage him."

Eryx, unfazed, leaned back slightly. "It wasn’t a joke. Just stating facts."

Naomi snorted. "Oh, so now you have humor and confidence? Who are you, and what have you done with the real Eryx?"

Before he could respond, a small voice interrupted them. "Mommy?"

Lunara froze. Her breath hitched as she turned to see Mila staring at her, eyes full of innocent curiosity. The little girl clutched her cup tightly, waiting for an answer.

Eryx tilted his head slightly. "See? She started calling you the moment she saw you. Now, tell me, how do you explain that?"

She frowned. Standing up, she leaned closer to Eryx’s ear. "That’s your problem. Why did you tell her to call me ’Mommy’ when I’m not? I’m not even your wife," she whispered through gritted teeth.

Eryx’s gaze darkened as he turned slightly to meet her eyes. "I didn’t tell her anything," he replied just as quietly, his voice laced with frustration. "She saw you and said it on her own." He leaned closer to her face, "And correction, you...are...my wife."

Before anyone could break the tense silence, the soft click of heels echoed through the café.

"Oh, hi, sorry for the interruption," a smooth, honeyed voice cut in. "Mila suddenly ran over here, and I couldn’t stop her in time."

Lunara turned her head just as a woman approached with effortless grace, her expression perfectly poised. She carried herself with an air of sophistication, head held high, smile composed, and not a single strand of her sleek hair out of place.

"Nice to meet you. I’m Amara, Mila’s aunt."