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.

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

and her face turned

positively, don’t be shy!” she responded with a mix

and proceeded with her morning skincare routine, including applying a face mask and moisturizer. Then, she began to do her

robe. With his deep

and

you doing?” Grace asked, eyeing the eyebrow pencil in her hand. Before she could react, Eder reached out

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looked a bit skeptical. “Are you sure? Today’s ribbon–cutting ceremony is crucial, and we can’t afford

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

allowing him to use the eyebrow pencil to shape her eyebrows. Initially, she thought

a

dare intentionally mess up my face and ruin my makeup, I’ll twist

trotters!”

eyebrows,

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

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

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

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

you trying to come up with excuses to

give it a try. Besides, didn’t we agree

but his explanations only seemed to make matters worse. He

that matter was mentioned, he was always in the wrong. Quickly standing up, he assumed a rigid military

swear, you are the first woman I’ve ever personally done eyebrows for, and you will be the only one,” Eder

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

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

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

Eder raised an eyebrow. “It

eyes locked, filled with a mixture of challenge and

conquest burned. With time running out, Grace hurried to resume her makeup, and Eder assisted her in selecting the perfect colors for eyeshadow, blush,

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