The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 773

Marcel had taken over Grandeur Capital, and his life had become a whirlwind. His time with Zella was becoming increasingly limited.

“No need.”

After returning from the Salter Manor, Marcel, who was already feeling uneasy, briefly felt a sense of calm upon seeing Zella. He took her hand and inquired, “Have you eaten well tonight?”

Zella was a bit taken aback.

In all these years, Marcel had always been distant and rarely showed any concern for her. However, recently, his attention and care towards her had been unwavering, and it was hard for her not to be moved.

“I ate.” Zella squatted down slightly. “Madam is still upset. Don’t be angry. It will get better in a few days.”

Marcel was growing fonder of Zella. Her presence made him feel at ease.

“In a few days, I’ll accompany you to the Anderson family.”

They had children now, and it was time to consider their marriage.

Zella seemed to remember something embarrassing. She hesitated for a moment before nodding, “Alright.”

After a disappointing visit to the Salter Manor, Leda took a break and knocked on Zella’s door. “Prepare something for me to eat.”

still had a lingering dampness on her skin. “Madam, the kitchen has prepared food, and it’s still warm.”

before?” Leda was not fond of Zella, who had given

she be more like Brittany, who had given birth to a son in

son was handsome, no wonder she could charm Grace

was doing

into a fresh set of clothes and went downstairs into the kitchen.

go, rolling her

less than an hour, she had prepared a late-night snack

to Leda.

out a chair to sit down. She glanced at Zella, “How’s the pregnancy planning

pursed her lips, “I haven’t decided yet.”

do it quickly. The Salter family’s estate can’t end with you. Marcel is good to you. You should learn

lip. She really

you all these years, and that’s already good enough. If you don’t get pregnant

do you intend to let Marcel

married, so what’s wrong with him seeing other

did nothing wrong, “Besides, it’s your fault for not cherishing the opportunity. Why blame

voice cut through the room, icy and stern.

at him, unapologetic and self-righteous, “I’m doing this for your own good.

Marcel made no move to defend her. She felt a pang of disappointment and retreated

more audacious, even