All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex Begs: Return with Our Triplets: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Christine's P.O.V.“All I want is someone who can help get the kids ready while I make breakfast, pick them up from school when I’m swamped, and maybe even bring them here to the office so that we can eat together,” I said, on the verge of a breakdown as I marched beside Brenda toward my office. “Is that really too much to ask?”In the small waiting room, a crowd of women had gathered, all of different ages and different styles. Some were young and way too overdressed, like they thought they were applying to be runway models instead of nannies. Others were older and stern-faced, almost as though they’d rather scold my children than care for them.“These are the best I could find,” Brenda said, glancing over the lineup. “You sure you want to do the interviews yourself?”“Of course. These are my children we’re talking about. I need to meet whoever’s going to be with them. I have to be absolutely sure.”“As you wish,” she replied, patting my back. “Just remember, this isn’t the only

Christine's P.O.V.I rushed toward the door, clutching my phone as if the teacher would call any second and scream at me for being a heartless, unfit mother who abandoned her sweet, innocent babies.God, I was turning into my own mother. What was next? Marrying them off to strangers for money?I stormed out of the office without looking and nearly fell backward. On instinct, I flailed and grabbed onto the first thing I could.And that thing turned out to be the lapels of Elliot’s coat.In a flash, his arms wrapped around my waist, steadying me and pulling me flush against his chest. I went still. The air left my lungs, and I couldn’t feel my legs. My gaze locked with his, and it was like a damn explosion of endorphins to my brain.“Nice to see you too,” he murmured, wearing that infuriatingly smug smile while I struggled not to faint on the spot.“What are you doing here?” My voice came out thin and squeaky, like a frightened mouse.“Hi, Mommy!” My triplets chirped as they walk

Christine's P.O.V.A series of knocks on the door jolted me awake. My head was foggy, and I couldn’t even tell if I was still dreaming. I grabbed my phone to check the time. There were still ten minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off.Sitting at the edge of the bed, I made sure not to wake any of my babies. I stayed there for a second, unsure if I had imagined it, but then the knocks came again—slower this time, but steady.I slid my feet into my slippers, moving on autopilot. Who the hell would show up this early? Yawning and dragging my soul behind me, I shuffled to the door. I cracked it open with one eye and found Elliot standing on the other side.“Good morning, Miss Christine!” Martin chirped excitedly before I could even respond. He immediately threw his little arms around my waist.This kid was pure joy—so sweet and affectionate that it melted my heart. I wanted to scoop him up and cover him in kisses. He darted inside like he owned the place, heading straight for

Elliot's P.O.V.I had no idea how long I stood there just staring at Christine, but it was impossible to look away.Not just because she’d managed to wrangle those three troublemakers with shocking ease, but because… she looked so damn desirable.I stayed frozen, my gaze drifting slowly over her long, toned legs, her narrow waist, and the teasing dip of her neckline. I wanted to kneel at her feet and kiss her from those delicate dancer ankles all the way up to her breasts. Even the scent of gardenias that filled the apartment couldn’t compete with her fragrance. Maybe it was her pheromones clouding my mind and riling up every primal instinct I had.Realizing I’d gone quiet for far too long, I gave myself a small shake and forced my eyes off her.I walked back down the hallway to check on the kids. Leonard and Bruce were already getting dressed, and Gerard was splashing around in the tub.The moment they saw me, all three of them lit up with wide smiles.After Christine’s little i

Christine's P.O.V.“Ow!” I winced as Elliot examined the red marks Darius had left on my neck.“I’m calling a doctor,” he said with a huff, already pulling out his phone.“There’s no need,” I replied gently, placing my hand over his to lower the device. I couldn’t help but smile. He was still wearing the ridiculous dinosaur-print uniform I’d made for him. Funny how those colorful little creatures did nothing to diminish his usual fierce aura.“Sorry… I think it’s a bit tight on me.” He gave me a sheepish smile, the kind I’d only ever seen on the kids when they’d been caught doing something naughty—equal parts mischief and innocence. I’d never seen that side of him before, and it moved me in a way I didn’t expect.Then, he flexed his arm to show where the sleeve had torn at the back, likely from punching Darius so hard.“Give it here… I’ll fix it,” I said with a small grin.He pulled it off, revealing his bare chest once more. This time, he was standing so close that I could feel