The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

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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.

Grace quietly observed him, her eyes fixated on his handsome face. A smile appeared at the corners. of her mouth, unable to be hidden.

gazed at her with a half–smile, his dark eyes shining. “Once my injuries

understood his meaning, and her face turned completely

shy!” she responded with a mix of playfulness

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

door swung open, revealing Eder dressed in a sleek black silk robe. With his

and

she could react, Eder reached out and gently took hold of

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skeptical. “Are you sure? Today’s ribbon–cutting ceremony is crucial, and we can’t afford any mistakes.”

with determination, placing his hands on her shoulders and turning

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

a

mess up my face and ruin my makeup, I’ll twist your fingers until they swell up like pig

trotters!”

process of drawing eyebrows, froze instantly, and he reluctantly

snort in Eder’s direction. She then turned her head to inspect her reflection in the mirror. Surprisingly, her eyebrows were perfectly

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

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

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

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

I thought I could give it a try. Besides, didn’t we agree to leave the past behind? Why

his explanations only seemed to make matters worse. He could clearly sense the chill

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

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

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

they won’t work on me. Sooner or later,

and a hint of cold arrogance graced the corner of her mouth.

raised an eyebrow.

with a mixture of challenge and

other’s gaze, a strong desire for conquest burned. With time running out, Grace hurried to resume her makeup, and Eder assisted her in selecting the perfect colors

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