The Rise of the Betrayed Billionaire's Ex-Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 231 - チャプター 240

Chapter 232The bedroom light was dim, leaving only a calming glow. Elena moved slowly on top of Nathan, her body following a gentle rhythm. Her long hair flowed down, some strands falling across Nathan’s chest, allowing her husband to feel the soft brush with every movement she made.Elena’s hands rested on Nathan’s abs, feeling the strength of her husband beneath the warm skin. She looked at Nathan’s face, which appeared serious yet full of tenderness. Her movements were graceful yet measured, as if she knew every touch she gave could draw Nathan deeper.Nathan, on the other hand, never stopped watching Elena. His hands moved to her waist, holding her firmly, offering support while also affirming that he was entirely there for her. He didn’t rush, simply savoring every second, as if time itself slowed whenever Elena was above him.Elena lowered herself slightly, her breathing steady though beginning to grow heavier. Her lips brushed Nathan’s shoulder, leaving a warm trace. Every mov

Chapter 234At four in the afternoon, Nathan had just entered the house. As soon as the living room door opened, Olivia came running with a folder full of sketches.“Daddy! Look at this!” she exclaimed with a bright face.Nathan, still taking off his shoes, smiled. “What is it, sweetheart? You look very excited.”Olivia opened the folder and pulled out several sheets of paper. “These are my designs. I tried drawing a hotel concept. Daddy, you have to see it.”Nathan carefully took the papers and spread them out on the living room table. Elena, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up and walked over.“Wow…” Nathan studied the drawing seriously. “This is really neat. Did you make this by yourself?”Olivia nodded quickly. “Yes, Daddy. I drew it last night and stayed up a little late. I want to know what you think.”Elena smiled proudly as she looked at the details of the design. “Olivia, Mommy is truly impressed. Look, Daddy, she didn’t just draw the building, but also thought about the la

At seven in the evening, the big family house was already brightly lit. The garden lamps glowed warmly, as if welcoming the arrival of special guests. A car stopped right in front of the main entrance.Nathan got out first, then helped Elena and the children out one by one. Olivia, Katty, Delya, and Alva ran playfully while laughing, while Nathan carried Ellyn, and Elena carried Edward.As soon as the door opened, Grandma Clara appeared with a wide smile. “My grandchildren!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with joy. She immediately pulled Olivia, Katty, Delya, and Alva into her big embrace. “Oh dear, Grandma missed you so much.”Olivia giggled. “Grandma, don’t hug too tight, I can’t breathe.”Grandma laughed. “Oh, sorry sweetheart. But I missed you so much.”Before she could let go of the four children, her eyes had already fallen on the twins. She quickly took Ellyn from Nathan’s arms and kissed her cheeks repeatedly. “Oh my God, this sweet baby… Look at these cheeks, like steamed

Chapter 238The atmosphere in Grandma Clara’s living room felt warm that night. The children were busy making plans, their laughter filling the room, while Elena was having a light conversation with Mommy Sonia. Nathan sat not far away, occasionally watching the twins who were being carried in turns by Grandma Clara and Sonia.Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening was heard. A tall man with sharp features and neatly combed dark brown hair entered, carrying a small suitcase. His face immediately lit up with a smile when he saw the big family.“Steven!” Grandma Clara exclaimed as she stood up.“Hello, Oma!” the man replied, his voice deep but warm. He quickly approached and hugged Grandma Clara tightly.Nathan, who had been sitting on the sofa, stood up spontaneously, his eyes widening. “Steven Gerrard! My God, how long has it been since you came home?”Steven chuckled softly. “Fifteen years, Nathan. Too long, isn’t it?”Nathan laughed broadly and immediately embraced his cousin

The night was late. The clock showed two in the morning. Grandma Clara’s residence was completely silent, with only the occasional sound of crickets from the back garden.In the guest room on the second floor, Steven was still awake. His body lay with one hand behind his head, while his eyes stared at the ceiling. His mind could not rest since the incident on the balcony with Elena. That image kept clinging to him, making his chest tight with feelings he could hardly control.His door suddenly creaked softly. Steven quickly turned his head, his brow furrowed. Elena’s figure appeared at the doorway, her steps careful, almost without sound. Her nightgown fell gently, framing her body, her hair loose, her face tired yet holding something unreadable.“E-Elena?” Steven’s voice caught, half in shock, half in disbelief.Elena didn’t answer. She only closed the door slowly, then walked closer. In an instant, she was already at the side of his bed. Her gaze was deep, piercing, making Steven lo