Eighteen Again: The CEO's Wife was a Delinquent

The curtains were open, and Adrian could feel the sun hit his face.

Groaning to himself, he grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it over his face. He kept his eyes closed, wanting to rest for a bit longer. 

"Five more minutes. Please, five... more."

Then, Adrian remembered that Cassidy had moved in with him.

She had already spent her first night with him. It's been half a week since everyone gathered together to celebrate her recovery. They already announced to everyone that they're going abroad soon, and the reaction they received was quite overwhelming.

Still, in the end, they all supported them. 

There is a couple more months before they leave. Of course, they've got a lot to prepare, especially considering they've got their respective businesses to manage. In the meantime, they decided to live together at one of their retreat houses. 

Adrian tosses the pillow from his face and forces himself to open his eyes.

His vision was blurry. But he managed to make out his surroundings. He yawns lazily, stretching.

For the first time in many nights, Adrian was finally able to get some sleep. Cassidy's charms had worked on him like wonders.

It was as if her presence alone had lulled him to sleep.

He yawned again before he sat up. Then, he looked around to find their room quite messy - they just arrived last night. His wife's suitcase was opened, still unpacked along with several other boxes.

Since they had fallen asleep together, they were never able to finish unpacking. Not like it really mattered to Adrian. They have all the time in the world, especially now that he is finally with Cassidy again.

After looking around some more, he realized that she was nowhere in sight. He was about to go look for her when she suddenly popped in - a wonderful cheery blossom scent fills his nostrils, then.

"Adrian? Don't tell me you're barely getting up? If you don't hurry, we're going to take all day. You do recall that we're the only ones here, right? We have to go shopping for our groceries and stuff."

  "Can we use an hour more? I still feel sleepy."

With that, he lays back down on the bed. Of course, she wasn't going to take that. She walked over to him and grabbed his arm before she started pulling him so he could sit back up again.

"Cassidy, please, let's stay a bit longer-"

"Oh, no. There's a lot to do. Let's just rest again later."

Adrian lets out a groan. That's until he caught a smell of Cassidy's sweet scent.

Indirectly, she was starting to wake him up. He found it nice to start the day like this. What's more, she looks brighter than the morning sun itself.

"Did you take a shower or something? You smell nice," he commented, and she blushed, making him smirk a little.

Even after all the things they had been through, small compliments like that still make her flustered. She is just too cute. Too perfect. Too good for him.

"Yeah, I did. I'm sorry I didn't ask..." Cassidy apologized, much to his confusion.

"I did try to tell you that I was going to use your bathroom, but you looked so peaceful in your sleep-"

"What are you saying? It's fine if you didn't, of course..." Adrian reassured her with a smile.

"I know it's been a long time since we last shared a bedroom. But this is your place, too. You can do whatever you want."

"Well, okay. I'll take you up on that."

With that settled, she walked over to her suitcase and began scrambling through her clothes. Eventually, she pulled out a hairbrush. Not sure what she was about to do, he simply watched as she excitedly jumped on the bed and joined him again. She crawled behind him, and on her knees, she began to brush his wild, ruffled-up hair.

"I'm going to give this house a little make-over. It's not messy, but it can be better. Though we only have two months left, we're still going to live here. We may as well leave a mark on this place."

"I've got to remind you that I'm not good with handling stuff in the house. So, I don't really know how I can help."

He felt her brush going through his hair, combing it neatly. Her other hand is buried in it, working wonders on its strands. The gesture alone makes him want to lean into her touch. There's no doubt that she's really planning to take care of him.

"So then, for two months, you wanna take a break from work and become my housewife?" he teased.

"That's not what I'm saying, silly," she retorted, giggling.

Cassidy playfully whacked him in the head as she got off the bed. She then gave Adrian a peck on the cheek before she headed toward the door.

"Stop goofing around and get ready. We'll finally be able to spend the weekend together, and it's such a nice day, too. For now, I'm going to make us some breakfast. Do you mind?" she said.

"No, go on ahead," he beamed, quite ecstatic to taste her cooking.

"Alright, then. I guess I'll call Asher and Aira first. They already sent me a million texts. If I don't answer back, Asher might come marching over here. He's crazy."

Cassidy grabbed her cellphone, sighing silently to herself when she saw the screen and was met with what exactly she was expecting. Adrian  watched her leave before he went to do as he was told.

It was amazing, though. One day with her, and he's already feeling much better. Everything feels like a dream - he's really back with the woman he loves. He's living with Cassidy, the woman that had him falling head over heels again and again.

He looks at his hand - where she touched him a moment ago. It wasn't a dream. She is really there with him.

Despite everything that happened, she still chose to come live with him. She was willing to go far away, was willing to leave the past and everything else behind, was willing to start all over again even after so many start-overs - all just so she could be with him.

No one would do something like that. No one would throw away everything just to be with someone like him. She trusts him with her life, and she lives for him.

Adrian just couldn't thank Cassidy enough.

"You really are one in a million, Cassidy..." he whispered to himself, clenching his hand into a fist and snapping his eyes shut.

"One in a million."

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When Adrian was finished, he walked down the hall, not at all surprised to see Cassidy busy in the kitchen.

Smirking to himself, he put his hands in his pockets and approached her. He stood right behind her, and for a moment, he just quietly watched her throw herself into her cooking.

"So, what are you making, my beautiful wife?"

Cassidy turned slightly to give him a brief glance. Adrian smirked again when he found her blushing.

He got closer to her, hovering over her and invading her space. She sighed, helplessly rolling her eyes.

"There wasn't much in the fridge, but I made some french toast.. If you want one, get one."