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.

with a half–smile, his dark eyes shining. “Once my injuries heal, I’ll be the

his meaning, and her

shy!” she responded with

refreshed herself, and

door swung open, revealing Eder dressed in a sleek black silk robe. With his deep captivating eyes, he entered the room and naturally positioned himself behind Grace.

and

pencil in her hand. Before she could react, Eder

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

her shoulders and turning her

use the eyebrow pencil to shape her eyebrows. Initially, she thought his technique

a

something amiss, Grace gave him a warning look and playfully threatened, “If you dare intentionally mess up my face and ruin my makeup, I’ll twist your fingers until they swell up

trotters!”

drawing eyebrows, froze instantly, and he reluctantly withdrew his

snort in Eder’s direction. She then turned her head

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

actually know how 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

freeze someone in their tracks. Eder’s

up with excuses to deceive me? Did I

attempting to prove his innocence. “No, I didn’t. I’m not. I promise. I learned sketching portraits in the military, and 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…

make matters

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

ever personally done eyebrows for, and you will be the

defined. 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 a pinch on his cheeks.

work on others, but they won’t work on me. Sooner

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

Eder raised an eyebrow. “It depends on how capable Grace is.”

locked, filled with a mixture of

strong desire for conquest burned. With time running out, Grace hurried to resume her makeup, and Eder assisted her

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