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.

on his handsome face. A smile

Eder gazed at her with a half–smile, his dark eyes shining. “Once my injuries heal, I’ll be the one to

instantly understood his meaning, and her face

be shy!” she responded with a mix of playfulness and embarrassment.

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

open, revealing Eder dressed in a sleek black silk robe. With his deep captivating eyes,

and

in her hand. Before she could react, Eder reached out and gently took hold

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sure? Today’s ribbon–cutting ceremony

placing his hands on her

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

a

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

trotters!”

which was in the process of drawing eyebrows, froze instantly, and he reluctantly withdrew his hand.

head to inspect her reflection in the mirror. Surprisingly, her eyebrows were perfectly

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

to do makeup. Who taught you? Grace asked curiously. “Based on your skillful

more serious, and her gaze turned icy, enough to freeze someone in their tracks. Eder’s smile faltered. How did

“You hesitated. Are you trying to come up with excuses to deceive me? Did I hit the nail on the

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 dangerous aura becoming more prominent. “Are you feeling guilty?”

really, I’m not,” Eder insisted, but his explanations only seemed to make matters worse. He could clearly

wrong. Quickly standing up, he assumed a rigid military posture and

ever personally done eyebrows for, and you will be the

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

work on me.

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

raised an eyebrow. “It depends on how capable Grace

locked, filled with a mixture of challenge and