Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 208

Chapter 208

“So, you’re only eighteen?” Natasha looked at him incredulously.

She instinctively recognized her own man. Whether young or old, certain subtle gestures and expressions never changed. She had only guessed he might have amnesia or something of the sort, but the reality before her was far more astonishing than she had imagined.

Fortunately, she had a vague intuition that the 32–year–old Alexei would soon

return.

The problem was the Alexei before her, whose soul was only eighteen. He…

“Can you treat me as him? I want to see what his day is like.” Having confessed, Alexei made his request directly.

He had always assumed he would live his life alone, yet the future version of himself he had just glimpsed had a wife and daughter. The man in the mirror radiated happiness naturally, a stark contrast to the future he had envisioned.

Strangely, he felt no aversion toward the woman before him or the lively, adorable little girl, even without memories of those years.

He wondered, ‘So, what changed me?

‘What made him who I am?‘

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Alexei tensed, carefully watching over Joyce as she perched on the pony.

She was still too young; the ride was only for the thrill of sitting atop the animal. Soon, Alexei, keeping a close eye on her, lifted her gently.

“Dad, Dad, take me for a ride,” Joyce asked as she grabbed his pant leg.

Alexei raised an eyebrow and picked her up.

Joyce cheered, “Mom, let’s race!”

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Accompanied by a childish “Go!“, the two horses galloped forward.

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Alexei, who was mindful of the child in his arms, dared not push the pony to full speed, and Natasha easily claimed victory.

After the finish line, she beamed radiantly at father and daughter.

The little one in his arms sighed in a childish voice, “We lost again! Mom is so good!”

The word “defeat” had never existed in Alexei’s lexicon, yet at that moment, he found losing was not so unpleasant.

It turns out that life isn’t always about winning.

Before his emotions settled, two warm, fragrant kisses landed on his cheeks–one from the little one in his arms, the other from his “wife” at his side.

“But Dad is also great,” Joyce beamed.

Unlike the Turner family tradition, where only winners receive rewards, in this small family, love was not contingent on success.

For some reason, Alexei found himself envying his 32–year–old self.

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The trip to the equestrian center was cut short as Shawn had called Natasha.

Alexei had not responded to his messages, so Shawn asked whether he would still attend the company meeting that afternoon.

intended to refuse after hearing Natasha’s recounting, but she persuaded

Go see

under Alexei’s leadership, far surpassing

at the office, Alexei understood why Natasha had

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and understated, reflecting Alexei’s consistent style, yet every

photos, a family portrait of the three of them, children’s toys scattered in the lounge,

once–monotonous world with

reach the top; revenge had been

for his wife and daughter;

he put in was never empty or meaningless, nor

made herself at home at the Turner Group, sprawled happily on the sofa with

child, knowing her father was busy, remained quietly

at her feet,

drift toward mother and daughter, finally settling on Natasha’s focused

one of his old rivals

nervously at Natasha, worried his dark, violent past might

her.

and smiled softly at

“You don’t need to be perfect; you don’t need to be righteous.” She accepted

be afraid. Do what

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three later went to the

that he had mentioned last night that

today.

pushing the shopping cart

suggested, “Uh, maybe let the chef

pursed his lips, “I

excellent cook, but am I really that bad at eighteen?‘ Alexie wondered, and he inexplicably

out, he was still a little

and mumble that Dad’s cooking had worsened, Alexei instinctively glanced at

said, “It can

Alexei’s ears turned red.

fill his stomach. Survival had been his sole concern; culinary refinement had

learn,” he said, meeting her

will make your favorite dishes,‘ he silently

eighteen–year–old

uncomfortably, served her some food, and feigned

Natasha chuckled.

in her high chair and eating with a small spoon, heard

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their evening stroll, Natasha went to shower, leaving Alexei to put the little princess to

Joyce rested her chin on her hands, lying atop his belly. Her doll–like face

gently squeezed her chubby, rosy cheeks. “This is the last story,” he said, “you

his belly,

clearly showed she planned

beings, yet facing Joyce, perhaps because of their blood tie, he felt an

and asked, “Joyce, do you

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