The Billionaire's Genius Wife

Xander, who had just finished his work, heard some noise. It's coming from outside. He rushed out and was surprised to see a girl wearing a white nightgown—with her back facing him—trying to open the door.

Scarlett? No, that can't be her. The hair looks different. The girl has long red hair, while Scarlett has short ash-gray hair.

Did someone intrude on their room? Impossible! This hotel room is a presidential suite. No one can enter this floor, only him and his people.

He walks fast toward the girl feeling confused. Who is she?

Though hesitating, he still calls her, "Miss Scarlett, is it?"

When the girl turned around, he couldn't believe what he saw. The girl before him was indeed Scarlett. But why is her hair this long?

After a few seconds, Xander finally realized that this girl had been wearing a wig all along. He never thought the girl was wearing a wig.

"What are you doing!?" After seeing her not saying anything, he asked again, but her eyes looked at him without batting an eye.

'Is she a sleepwalker?' he thought. But, when he had a clear look to see her eyes, he was once again shocked. How mesmerized her emerald eyes were.

Is she really Scarlett Piers, the girl who will soon be his wife? Now, he felt confused.

When Xander is still unsure about Scarlett's different appearance, Scarlett freezes on the spot seeing Xander. The man she used to see in a formal suit now looked so different in his casual home outfit.

His aura, which always felt solid and intimidating whenever she was near him, was now just the opposite. He seems very friendly to approach.

Was it because of the clothes he was wearing? He was only wearing black training pants and a plain white sweatshirt. His hair, usually slicked back, now looks messy, but that doesn't diminish his incomparable good looks.

She liked this simplified version of Xander over the cold and noble Xander. For a few seconds, she could only stare at him in awe.

"Miss Scarlett, where are you going at this hour?" He asked in a friendly yet cold voice, making Scarlett realize this man was the same Xander she knew. The only difference is the appearance, but the demeanor remains unchanged.

"I, I want…." Before she could finish her sentence, her legs suddenly felt heavy, and her vision seemed to spin. She quickly holds the wall beside her to keep her body from falling. However, she felt her head hurt even more. When she tried to close her eyes, at the same time, her body slumped to the floor.

Xander panicked when he saw the girl look sick, and she almost fell. He sprinted to help her, "Miss Scarlett, what's wrong with you?" He held her hand tightly to avoid falling to the hard floor.

The moment his hand touched hers, another wave of shock hit him. Does this girl have a fever? Not hearing any reaction from her, he looked closely at her face, but the girl's eyes were tightly closed as if unconscious.

"Miss Scarlett, are you alright? Can you respond to me!?"

Xander carried Scarlett to her bedroom and placed the weak Scarlett on the bed. After he put her on the bed, he covered her with a thin blanket. Xander didn't leave the room immediately but sat on the edge of the bed, watching her face. He saw her brows furrow, and she muttered something he couldn't understand. When he placed his hand on her forehead, he could feel how hot her body temperature was.

"S-Sir… Xander… can you help me call the receptionist? I need some fever-reducing medicine…" she spoke without opening her eyes.

"Wait here!" He said and left the room.

After hearing Xander walk away, Scarlett only dares to open her eyes. Earlier, she deliberately closed her eyes, not wanting to make eye contact with him. Scarlett didn't want Xander to see her eyes' color. For her hair, she had no choice. He had seen it. But her eyes? She was sure Xander didn't notice it.

Staring at the slightly ajar door, she exhaled deeply. She could hear Xander making phone calls outside.

She didn't want to trouble Xander, but now he was busy outside. She hoped Xander would not express his anger at her later, or she would dislike him even more.

Hate him? It seemed like the most challenging thing she could do.

"God! Why now? Why are you giving me this fever now, huh!?" She muttered.

Once again, she closed her eyes, trying to distract her mind from the sudden skinship a moment ago when Xander carried her to this bed.

She could still smell traces of his strong scent around. She could still feel the moment his sturdy hands touched her. It felt like she wanted to be in his arms a little longer.

Scarlett was embarrassed by her naughty thoughts — the thought of being in Xander Riley's arms.

'Stupid girls! That Ice Prince only helps you. Do not expect anything!!' Once again Scarlett tried to warn herself not to fall to him easily. That man will never like her.

Outside the room,

Xander stood near the glass window when he called Ben Lewis, his assistant.

"Master Xander!?" Ben Lewis is surprised to see Xander's name on his phone screen.

"Call the doctor at once, Ben!"

Ben grabbed his shirt before asking, "M-Master… are you ill?" he asked while putting on his clothes.

"No, I'm not ill, Ben! But Miss Scarlett is. I think she has a fever…." A worried look flashed across his eyes as he looked at the dark sky outside.

After the phone call ended, he didn't go to Scarlett's room immediately. He stood where he was for a few moments, thinking about something.

'Scarlett Piers, what are you hiding? Why did you change your appearance like that?'

Xander tried to remember when he saw her beautiful red wavy hair flowing down her back and the attractive color of her eyes. This look made him think for the first time that Scarlett was gorgeous.