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.

face. A smile

half–smile, his dark eyes shining. “Once my injuries heal, I’ll be the one to improve your blood circulation and remove

meaning, and her face turned completely red.

with

day marked an important event the ribbon–cutting ceremony for the Angle Building. Grace woke up early, refreshed herself, and proceeded with her morning skincare routine, including applying

black silk robe. With his deep captivating eyes, he entered

and

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

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ribbon–cutting ceremony is crucial, and

nodded with determination, placing his hands on her shoulders and turning her to

to shape her eyebrows. Initially, she thought his technique was decent.

a

threatened, “If you dare intentionally mess up my face and ruin

trotters!”

eyebrows, froze instantly, and he reluctantly

then turned her head to inspect her reflection in the mirror.

achieving the perfect shape for her eyebrows. She hadn’t expected his makeup

taught you? Grace asked curiously. “Based on your skillful technique, have you helped other women with their makeup before? Did you assist Nancy

to freeze someone in their tracks. Eder’s smile faltered. How did the

hesitated. Are you trying to come up with excuses to deceive

denied it three times, attempting to prove his innocence. “No, I didn’t. I’m not. I promise. I learned sketching portraits in the military, and I thought I could give it a try. Besides, didn’t we agree to leave the past behind? Why are you suddenly bringing up unrelated people… Grace narrowed her gaze, her

only seemed to make

always in the wrong. Quickly standing up, he assumed a rigid military posture and squatted in front of her, his back

done eyebrows for, and you will be the only one,” Eder stated, looking up

eyes. She gently touched his sharply defined. facial contours with her small hand. But as soon

on others, but they won’t work on me. Sooner or later, I will tame and train

shining with determination, and a hint

eyebrow. “It depends

with a mixture of challenge and