My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 38: Uninvited Intrusion

The mansion was unusually busy that day. Raelynn wandered through the halls, occasionally pausing to take in the activity around her. She passed by Sloane, who was standing in front of what appeared to be a half-finished room, her arms crossed as she oversaw the workers.

"What's going on here?" Raelynn asked, stopping briefly.

Sloane turned, her sharp eyes softening a little at the sight of Raelynn. "Elion's orders," she said, gesturing toward the construction. "He wanted this medical room built in case, you know… God forbid something happens. We'll be prepared."

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Raelynn blinked, her gaze flickering between Sloane and the workers. The idea hit hard, but she said nothing. "I see. He's… thorough," she said quietly before turning to leave.

"Understatement of the year," Sloane muttered under her breath as Raelynn walked away.

Her steps carried her through the wide, elegant corridors, her curiosity leading her deeper into the house. The mansion was enormous, and despite having lived there for a while, she still hadn't explored every corner. She stopped in front of a large, double-paneled door, her hand hovering over the handle.

"What room is this again?" she murmured to herself before giving in to her curiosity and pushing the door open.

Light poured in through the big windows. It was clearly Elion's office, giving off the same calm confidence he always had. Everything about it screamed Elion—calm, collected, and in control. The air carried a faint hint of leather and cedar, and the massive desk was spotless and perfectly arranged. Papers were stacked in neat piles, and a silver laptop sat closed at its center. Shelves lined the walls, filled with books, awards, and a few personal items—though they were so minimal it made the room feel almost impersonal.

Raelynn stepped inside, her footsteps muffled by the thick Persian rug underfoot. She hesitated for a moment before venturing further, her fingers brushing lightly against the back of the leather chair behind the desk.

"Typical Elion," she muttered, shaking her head.

Her curiosity got the better of her as she moved to sit on the plush black couch that stretched along one wall. She leaned back, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the stitching. "Fancy," she said softly, glancing around again.

Her gaze wandered back to the desk. With a small grin, she got up and walked behind it, her fingers grazing the smooth surface. Sitting down in the high-backed chair, she placed her hands on the desk as if she belonged there. "And what does Mr. Serious even do all day?" she mused aloud.

She reached for the laptop, her fingers hesitating over the lid. Instead of opening it, she pretended to type, her lips twitching in amusement. "So much for work," she muttered, leaning back and spinning the chair slightly.

The chair turned slowly until it faced the full-length windows. Raelynn stilled, her hands gripping the armrests. The view was stunning, with the estate's lush grounds stretching as far as the eye could see. She let her mind wander for a bit.

What's for dinner tonight? she wondered absently. Her stomach gave a small rumble as if in agreement. Maybe I should find a hobby… or a job. She rested her chin on her hand, her mind lazily jumping from one thought to the next.

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't hear the door creak open behind her. The chair moved slightly, and she looked up in alarm, her heart skipping a beat.

Elion was just standing there, one brow raised, his piercing gaze locked on her. His dark suit seemed to suck in all the light around him, making him look even more intimidating.

"Had enough of your little tour?" he asked, his voice calm, though there was a playful tone to it.

Raelynn froze, her hands flying to her lap as though she'd been caught red-handed. Her lips curled into an awkward smile. "Oh, uh… I was just—"

"Helping yourself to my office?" he interrupted.

Raelynn's cheeks burned. "I was just curious. I'll go now so you don't, you know, go on one of your rampages or something." She moved to stand, but Elion's hand pressed gently on her shoulder, guiding her back into the chair.

"Sit," he said, crouching slightly so they were at eye level. His look softened slightly, but his voice still carried that commanding tone. "I don't like anyone coming into my space without asking. But…" He paused, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Since you're the mother of my child, I'll tolerate it this one time. You got it, princess?"

Raelynn blinked, her breath catching. Princess. The word hit her like a bolt of lightning, sparking a memory she hadn't thought about in weeks.

"You're so beautiful, princess," she remembered his voice from that night. Her cheeks flushed as the memory replayed itself in vivid detail. She'd been flattered then, feeling cherished in a way she hadn't in years. Now, the nickname brought back a mix of emotions—embarrassment, warmth, and a pang of longing she didn't quite understand.

Her fingers curled into tight fists, the muscles in her hands tense with the sudden rush of emotions. A knot twisted in her stomach, a mix of nervousness and a strange, aching desire she couldn't place. Her breath quickened, and she instinctively glanced around, feeling trapped in the rush of panic building in her chest, unsure whether to stay or run.

Ugh, why is he calling her that again? She should've left before he said it one more time—things could've gotten... weird. She wasn't sure what could've happened, but it wouldn't have been good.

She swallowed hard, willing the heat in her cheeks to fade. "I, uh… I should go," she mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

Elion tilted his head, studying her for a moment before stepping aside. She stood abruptly, brushing past him without looking back. Her heart raced as she made her way down the hall, her thoughts a chaotic mess.

Behind her, Elion watched her leave with a slight frown, his mind lingering on the way her expression had shifted. For reasons he couldn't quite place, her presence in his office left him unsettled—but not in a bad way.