Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

Mrs, Not Ms.

ERIC’s POV

“Can I get her ice cream?” She asked. There was a slight hesitation in the lady’s eyes, then she nodded when her child stared up at her. Then she rose from her position and hurried toward me.

“I want to buy an ice cream, but I don’t have any money.”

I stared blankly at her speechless at her request. She didn’t have any money, yet she was pleading to get a child an ice cream.

“Can we get an ice cream for little Lily?” She said and before I could give her any reply, she was already pulling my arm. “Please,” she begged, giving me cute puppy eyes.

“Let’s go,” I said, letting her pull me freely. I followed her to the ice cream truck.

“Hello Mr, can I have three cones of ice cream? Two vanilla and a strawberry.”

I watched her hurry to the kid after collecting the cones of ice cream from the vendor. I couldn’t hear what they were saying from this position, but I saw her hand the two strawberries to the child, then the vanilla to the mother whose expression suddenly turned tearful. She said something and Rayne smiled at her, then waved at the kid before joggling back toward me.

“Mr. Let me have two more cones of strawberry and one mint chocolate.” She said and I couldn’t help but frown at her last order. She wasn’t planning to have mint, now was she?

“Here you go Ms.” The ice cream vendor said.

RAYNE’S POV

“How did you know Strawberries to be her favorite?” Lilly’s mom asked when I handed her child the vanilla-flavored cone.

“Probably because they are mine as well,” I told her. “I feel like Lily and I have a lot of things in common. The love for ice cream is one of them. Here, this one’s for you.” I said handing her the vanilla.

“Thank you so much, I lack the right words to express my appreciation.” She said and I smiled at her.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Thank you, Aunty,” Lilly said and I smiled at her.

“You’re welcome, Lilly. I have to get going now, I hope to see you some other time.”

“Me too.” She replied waving at me as I started back toward Eric who still stood where he had been.

“Can I get two more strawberry cones and a mint chocolate chip?”

“Here you go, Ms.” The vendor said as he handed the ice creams to me.

“Mrs.” Eric’s voice came all of a sudden. I turned to see him glaring at the vendor. “She’s a Mrs, I’m her husband.”

“Oh! I’m sorry sir, Mrs.” The vendor corrected himself.

“Better,” Eric murmured and I felt my cheeks burn hot. We left the ice cream truck, heading to nowhere in particular.

“Here,” I gave him the chocolate mint cone, “this one is for you, and these two are mine.”

ERIC’s POV

I stared at her as she gave me an ice cream. It was a relief seeing that she didn’t plan on having the mint, but, what was I supposed to do with an ice cream? I can’t remember the last time I had one. And, did I hear her say the other two were her’s? How greedy.

“You don’t like ice cream?” She asked when I was hesitating to collect the cone. I didn’t want one, but she was the one giving it.

“I don’t eat ice cream, but I’ll have one if you feed me.”

Her face instantly turned red. I chuckled slightly and looked away in the other direction. She wasn’t going to do it, I knew that. But suddenly, she lifted the cone to my lips, and her gaze lowered. I stared blankly at her for a few minutes. She had her gaze bowed and her cheeks were flushed. I hadn’t planned on having one.

“It’s going to melt down if you don’t eat it now.”  She told me. I held her wrist gently, assisting her hand, then crouched down a little and took a bite of the iced chocolate cream. It froze my tooth but melted almost immediately.

“Is it nice?” She asked and I nodded at her. She smiled.

“I’ve fed you, now you can have it.”

RAYNE’S POV

He lowered his lips and took the ice cream, his hand supporting my wrist and he did so. I felt a familiar warmth creep up my skin and it made me shiver.

“Let’s go watch the dance,” I said when he collected the ice cream, then I started toward the crowd but stopped when I didn’t see him behind me.

ERIC’s POV

Seeing her eat the ice cream and their cones in less than three minutes, I couldn’t help but be marveled. I could tell she wanted some more because she kept glancing at the truck at every interval.

“You can have mine if you still want more,” I told her. She turned to me and a frown broke out on her face when she looked down at the hand that still held the ice cream.

“You’re not eating yours? It’s almost melted.” She said, taking my attention back to the one in my hand. The once-solid mint was already starting to turn liquid now.

With brows raised and eyes glaring at me, “Don’t you like it?” She asked. “I had to browse the internet just to know what flavor was befitting a man.” She said with a frown.

Listening to her, I chuckled. She looked so innocent and cute. “I don’t eat ice cream.”

Her frown grew deeper. “Why?”

I let out a sigh. “Because a cup of ice cream contains twenty to forty grams of sugar which is equivalent to five to six teaspoons of undiluted sugar. That amount of sugar isn’t good for a man.” I explained to her. Her expression went plain. She pouted her lips and then looked into thin air as if contemplating something. But just when I thought she had understood, she looked up at me again.

“Why?”