The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 269

With a masterful show of aloofness, Eder fixed his gaze on the floor. A shell of indifference hardened around him, infused with a dense melancholy that hung like a thick fog, forming an invisible barrier. It was an unspoken warning, making it difficult for anyone to dare approach him.

Despite her best efforts, Grace found it increasingly challenging to unravel the labyrinth of his emotions. Yet, the one emotion she did understand was the raw, white-hot anger churning inside her like a volcanic eruption waiting to happen. One thought dominated her mind, resounding like a drum in her heart to beat him senselessly until he’d be rummaging for his teeth on the floor, instilling enough fear to make him think twice before uttering the words ‘break up” again.

This fiery anger was her guiding compass, leading her across the room, her soft steps barely audible over the rhythmic hum of the house. Her target the mahogany ruler, stashed away in the first drawer of the antique bedside table.

However, she hesitated as she extended her hand, ready to clutch the instrument of her rage. The mahogany ruler was indeed heavy, symbolizing the weight of her fury. But what if she lost control, and Eder, in his indifference, didn’t dodge in time? What if her wrath did more damage than she intended

But to retreat, to return empty-handed after such a determined advance, would it not make her seem ridiculous, diminishing the seriousness of her intent?

Stealing a glance at Eder who sat on the floor, her eyes locked with his – his ebony irises revealing nothing. With no weapon at her disposal, it felt like she was walking into a gunfight with a butter knife. It was rather embarrassing.

Her gaze flickered to the sleek black leather belt hanging lazily on the coat rack nearby. A silent determination overtook her as she grabbed it, expertly rolling the soft leather until it fit comfortably in her hand, the chill of the metal buckle biting into her palm. Armed, she returned to the bed, the stark contrast of the intimidating belt against her demure stature making a powerful statement.

“Do you see what I have here?” she questioned, her sweet voice adopting a fierce undertone that carried an unmistakable threat. “Do not tempt me to use it on you!”

Eder’s response was minimal, a subtle flutter of his long lashes as he glanced at her weapon. sideways. His expression remained unreadable, his eyes cast under a mysterious shadow, an impenetrable fortress of silence.

“Remember when you clung to me, pleading for another chance, when I had let go? Now that I’m willing to take a leap of faith with you to explore this future for a longer while, you’re retreating. Why? I demand a reasonable explanation!” she insisted.

Under the warm glow of the lamplight, Eder’s chiseled face was magnified in all its rugged beauty, captivating in its silence. A gentle bob of his Adam’s apple betrayed his nervousness as he lowered his gaze, retreating further into his emotional shell.

His silence was louder than words, a silent protest, a refusal to engage. Was he resorting to the age-old strategy of the silent treatinent?

Feeling a bitter taste of rejection, Grace bit her lower lip, the sharp sting echoing the throbbing pain in her heart. “So, you need more time to think, do you? Then take all the time you need! Just make sure you’ve thought it through thoroughly before opening your mouth again!” she spat out, tossing the belt onto him.

Turning her back to him, she stormed out, leaving behind a turbulent wave of anger that slammed the bedroom door shut. With her dramatic exit, a tangible blanket of gloom draped over the room, permeating every corner with a palpable sense of tension.

The Millio

Chapter 269

Grace retreated to the adjoining room, her decision to sleep separately set in stone!

The night enveloped her with calming silence, but her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Eder’s indifferent look surfaced every time she shut her eyes, denying her the sweet escape of slumber.

upright in bed, reaching for her phone. It was 2 a.m. already! Eder hadn’t attempted to soothe her. Was he genuinely

buried herself under the

night, both found

restlessness the following morning. Eder’s door was firmly shut, suggesting he was yet to

to Angle Group, refusing to exchange even

bleak, rainy weather, the towering buildings shrouded in an

chin resting in her palm, her gaze vacant as she

room while Eder’s unusual behavior from last night replayed in

when she had flung him off

tenacity, rarely uttering a sound unless he was feigning petulance or in actual pain. Yet, even in pain, he was capable of enduring it

something was amiss. All the signs pointed

easily toppled from the bed. The realization

all these signs.

startled Beth, causing her to quiver slightly. “Director Salen, did

back to reality, swiftly organizing her bag. “I need to attend to something and. will have to step out. Continue the report once I’m back. If

tomorrow.”

rain in S City grew fiercer by the

exuding an air of fatigue and despondency.

window, the relentless rain dividing them further, a stark reminder of Nick’s words in

complications over time. It could leave you incapacitated. Grace may initially pity you, but how long will that last? The moment you resorted to alternative medicine, your broken

taunted.

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hand clenched into a tight fist, his complexion paling further,

Grace detest him, despise

elegantly perched on a nearby

terms with Eder. However, since she had stepped into the office, Eder seemed to be in

quite out of sorts today. If I had to guess, it’s less about work and more about a recent tiff

Eder’s face. “Know your place.

intrude. However, should you need assistance with anything, Mr. Storm, I’ll

sugary tone, even displaying a certain degree of repulsion. “What are

him, preparing to

Storm, Miss Salen is