The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 242

Eder’s frustration grew even more, and he felt like his heart was being squeezed in pain. He wanted to explode with anger, but he managed to control himself, not wanting to lose his temper in front of Grace.

However, Eric seemed fearless and continued clapping his hands in the hallway, repeating those code words over and over again. It tested Eder’s patience to the max.

If Eder didn’t need Eric for a mission, he would have sent him away to work hard in Africa. The thought brought both satisfaction and frustration to Eder’s mind.

Eder tried his best to endure the constant clapping and repetition of those triggering words, but there came a point where he couldn’t take it anymore. His patience reached its limit.

Meanwhile, Grace remained oblivious to the tension building inside Eder. She was still sitting on top of him, focusing on massaging his belly and neck, unaware of the turmoil.

To keep a calm appearance, Eder took out his phone and sent a message to Eric. He told him that for each clap, 1000 would be deducted, and he should handle the financial settlement himself and leave the villa immediately. He hoped his message would make Eric stop the disruptive clapping.

Soon, the noise outside the door quieted down. Eder received a message notification and saw a series of desperate messages from Eric, filled with crying and begging emoticons.

Without hesitation, Eder clicked on a button to block Eric’s messages, cutting off the communication.

Grace, still focused on her task, remained unaware of what had transpired. She continued. massaging Eder’s belly and neck, completely unaware of the tension and drama unfolding around

her.

-After more than thirty minutes, Grace finished the massage session. She stepped off the bed and

headed to the bathroom to wash her hands. Returning with a basin of hot water and a towel, she helped Eder wipe his body.

“Eder, my hands are all red from scrubbing,” she said, sitting back down on Eder and showing him her reddened palms.

Eder gently grabbed her small hand and pressed his cool, thin lips against her palm, kissing it tenderly and affectionately. His actions were filled with sincerity.

smile

his dark eyes shining. “Once my injuries heal, I’ll

instantly understood his meaning, and her face

shy!” she responded with a mix of

important event the ribbon–cutting ceremony for the Angle Building. Grace woke up early, refreshed herself, and proceeded

silk robe. With his deep captivating eyes, he entered the room and naturally positioned himself behind Grace.

and

the eyebrow pencil in her hand. Before she could react, Eder reached out

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you sure? Today’s ribbon–cutting ceremony is crucial, and

her shoulders and turning her to face him.

pencil to shape her eyebrows. Initially, she thought his technique was decent. However, as five minutes passed,

a

look and playfully threatened, “If you dare intentionally mess up my face and ruin my makeup, I’ll twist your fingers until they swell up like pig

trotters!”

drawing eyebrows, froze instantly, and he reluctantly withdrew

snort in Eder’s direction. She then turned her head to inspect her

filled in the remaining gaps, achieving the perfect shape for her eyebrows. She hadn’t expected his makeup skills to

you actually know how to do makeup. Who taught you? Grace asked curiously. “Based on your skillful technique, have you helped other women with their makeup before? Did you assist Nancy in this way?”

her gaze turned icy, enough to freeze someone in their tracks. Eder’s smile faltered.

with excuses to deceive me? Did

and I thought I could give it a try. Besides,

seemed to make matters worse. He

up, he assumed a rigid military posture and squatted in front of her, his back straight.

woman I’ve ever personally done eyebrows for, and you will be the

defined. facial contours with her small hand. But as soon as she remembered how he used to behave and always told ljes, her

you’re a crafty man. Your tricks might work on others, but they won’t work on me. Sooner or later, I

words, she hummed twice, her eyes shining with determination, and a hint of cold arrogance graced the corner of

an eyebrow. “It depends

with a mixture of