"Transfer all my assets and shares to Eric," Jas said decisively.
Wilson, the lawyer, looked up at Jas in shock. Wasn’t he very fond of Henry? Why was he now leaving him with nothing?
Though the events with Grace hinted at the reasoning, Wilson still furrowed his brow. "Mr. Nelson... just a few days ago, Eric called and ntioned that if you were planning to change the will, giving him all the shares, assets, and holdings, he wouldn’t accept them."
Jas felt a painful tightening in his chest. "It’s alright, go ahead and make the changes. Whether he takes them or not is his decision. But giving them is mine."
The once vibrant Jas now looked as if he had aged decades, his eyes filled with a deep sorrow and weariness.
Maybe losing everything, maybe understanding the truth, is what life is all about.
...
It was a sumr night, the sky vast and starry, but the sumr breeze carried a slight humidity. Ella sat in the car, gazing at the scenery outside. She couldn’t help but feel a bit down when she thought about the empty villa—there was no sign of Eric.
He wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, just one night away, yet Ella found herself struggling with how slow ti seed to pass.
The car slowly pulled into the villa’s garage. Ella jumped out of the car, and the driver, who also doubled as a bodyguard, respectfully closed the door behind her, casting a quick glance at her retreating figure.
These two bodyguards were hired by Eric at a significant cost, poached from a top international celebrity.
Not only were they highly trained, but their background put Eric at ease, knowing they could protect Ella.
Ella slowly walked into the villa, holding her small purse. She flipped the light switch, and the room filled with a bright glow that made her squint.
The quiet hall was completely empty.
Mrs. Harris had taken a long leave after the scare she’d received last ti.
With Eric away on business, Ella had been eating out most nights and didn’t see the need to rush Mrs. Harris back.
Ella walked barefoot into the living room and lazily slumped onto the couch. She turned on the TV, but even though so handso young stars were on screen, she couldn’t get herself interested in what was playing.
Her thoughts were entirely consud by Eric. For what felt like the hundredth ti, Ella felt the sting of longing wash over her.
She glanced up and noticed the two bodyguards standing quietly nearby.
Uh...
Two big guys and one woman watching a romantic drama together wasn’t exactly her idea of fun. She looked up and said, "You two must be tired. You can go rest now."
The bodyguards exchanged a quick glance before responding in unison, "Yes, ma’am."
Ella was montarily startled by the title, "ma’am." It seed like... this was the first ti she had given them an order. Although the term felt a bit old-fashioned and formal, it was oddly satisfying.
She smiled to herself, and the lancholy she’d been feeling lifted a little. She slowly wandered up the stairs, while the bodyguards, who Eric had arranged to stay in the side house after last ti’s incident, remained behind.
Luxury villas like this often had dedicated quarters for servants or bodyguards—small, but convenient.
Ella climbed the stairs and opened the bedroom door, greeted by the familiar feeling of loneliness that washed over her again.
She turned off the lights and tossed her purse onto the couch.
Just as she was about to grab her pajamas to take a shower, soone suddenly leapt out from the side, wrapping their arms tightly around her waist, and a pair of warm lips found her earlobe.
"Ah!" Ella cried out in surprise, instinctively swinging her hand at the man who had grabbed her. Wasn’t this villa supposed to be secure? How had soone gotten in?
"Don’t hit , darling, it’s your husband!" Eric laughed as he caught her hand.
Hearing Eric’s familiar, deep voice, Ella’s tension imdiately lted away. She turned around, and her small fists playfully hit his chest.
"Eric, you nearly scared to death! Couldn’t you have called ahead of ti?" Ella exclaid, a little pouty but clearly happy.
She had been feeling so down and lonely earlier because of his business trip.
Eric chuckled softly, his eyes filled with warmth and love as he held her tightly, guiding her to sit down on the edge of the bed with him. "I just wanted to surprise you."
"Well, the surprise was more like a shock! I almost had a heart attack!" Ella teased, though her heart was brimming with joy.
It wasn’t often he gave her surprises, so naturally, she had to milk the mont for a bit of attention. After all, what woman doesn’t love being pampered?
Eric’s lips t hers in a heated kiss, and through it, he murmured, "Ella, I’ve missed you so much..."
Every single mont he’d spent abroad, he wished she could’ve been by his side.
Ella let out a soft sound of approval, not resisting his passion, and instead leaned into it.
When he finally pulled back, both were breathless, their cheeks flushed with a warm pink hue. Ella’s small hand trembled slightly as she reached up to gently trace the lines of his handso face.
"Eric, was your trip successful? Did you encounter anything or anyone special?" Ella blinked, her eyes shimring like autumn waters, causing Eric’s heart to skip a beat.
"Of course," he said, grinning. "I t a beautiful woman... and she gave a love letter."
Ella’s eyes widened, and she huffed indignantly. "Did you lead her on or sothing?"
"Not at all!" Eric chuckled. "The lady told not to flirt with anyone else, or she’d run off with another man."
Ella’s face instantly flushed red with embarrassnt, and she playfully punched him in the chest. Eric let out a mock yelp, grabbing her hand and pretending to be in pain. "Wife, you hit my wound!"
Ella quickly pulled her hand back. "Don’t try to trick ! I won’t fall for that."
"But, darling, I rushed back without even sleeping just to be with you. How could you not believe ?"
Ella tilted her head upward to et Eric’s deep, srizing eyes. They seed to hold layers of mystery and tenderness, like a gentle river flowing with affection.
Yet, despite his teasing, she couldn’t help but notice the faint lines of exhaustion on his face. She leaned into his chest, resting there softly. "I know you’ve been working so hard..."
"So tonight, you have to be a good girl and take care of ," Eric said with a soft laugh. "And I’ve got so good news—I’ve gathered information on three people with rare blood in Country W. Hopefully, I’ll be able to narrow it down to your biological father soon."
Ella froze for a mont, not expecting him to still rember that.
"Who my real father is doesn’t matter anymore," Ella said quietly. "He never fulfilled his duties as a father, and he never looked for my mother. Maybe he’s just a terrible person."
"Don’t think too much, silly. Once I get to the bottom of it, I’ll let you know," Eric kissed her forehead and was about to pull her towards the bathroom when Ella quickly asked, "Are you hungry? If you are, go shower first, and I’ll cook so noodles for you."
"Mrs. Harris hasn’t returned yet?"
"No, she’s still resting."
Eric let out a soft chuckle. "No need to rush. Even though I’m hungry, there’s sothing far more tempting right in front of ."
Ella couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, just as she was about to say sothing when Eric’s phone suddenly vibrated.
He picked it up to find an email from an unknown sender. Attached was a video.
The thumbnail showed a man and a woman. The woman in the video was none other than Ella.
Ella’s heart sank. It was Mason again. That shaless Mason!
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