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.

his handsome face. A smile appeared at

palm, 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

don’t be shy!” she responded with a mix of playfulness and embarrassment.

Building. Grace woke up early, refreshed herself, and proceeded with her morning skincare routine, including applying a face mask and moisturizer. Then, she began to

silk robe. With his deep captivating eyes, he entered

and

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

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Today’s ribbon–cutting ceremony is crucial,

placing his hands on her shoulders

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

a

up my face and

trotters!”

of drawing eyebrows, froze instantly, and he reluctantly withdrew his

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

surprised as Eder successfully filled in the remaining gaps, achieving the perfect shape for her eyebrows.

to do makeup. Who taught you? Grace asked curiously. “Based on your skillful technique, have you helped other women with

to freeze someone in their

come up with excuses to deceive me? Did I hit the nail on the

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 dangerous

but his explanations only seemed to make matters worse.

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

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

feeling a pull towards his deep eyes. She gently touched his sharply defined. facial contours with her small hand. But as soon as she remembered how he used to behave and

crafty man. Your tricks might work on others, but they won’t work on

she hummed twice, her eyes shining with determination, and a hint of

an eyebrow. “It

a mixture of challenge