I am Mrs. Ballmer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Upon arriving at the luxurious office, the perceptive Helena rushed ahead to pull out the leather chair for him. She reverently placed his laptop on the desk and hurried to serve him a glass of water at the perfect temperature.Henrique gave her a casual but satisfied look before sitting down.He connected his own ultra-thin laptop to Michel Jones' dirty computer via a data cable. His long, elegant fingers began to dance across the keyboard.He opened a black terminal window and began typing sequences of code that looked like a waterfall of green data cascading down the screen, Matrix style.Helena leaned on the edge of the desk, fascinated. She leaned forward, bringing her face closer to the screen (and his face) to try to understand.To her, it was ancient Greek. But watching the command lines fly and the security barriers break down was incredibly appealing.“Wow...” she whispered.As Henrique typed, he felt something w

Ten minutes later, Helena returned carrying a steaming bowl that smelled comforting.“Henrique, are the dumplings okay? I saw that there were still some in the freezer from the last time we made them together, so I heated them up for you!”Henrique didn't even look up.“Leave it here on the table.”“Sure!”But seeing how busy he was, with both hands flying across the keyboard decoding complex data, Helena felt sorry to interrupt him. If he stopped to eat, he would lose his rhythm.An idea came to her. She picked up the bowl again.“I'll feed you, okay? That way you don't have to stop.”Henrique frowned slightly, pausing for a millisecond. At first, he wanted to reject the offer because it was... too intimate. But when he saw her eyes, he couldn't.“I'll feed you, I'll feed you! Don't complain! Just focus on your work!” Helena insisted.She picked up a dumpling with her chopsticks, blew on it carefully to cool it down—her lips forming an adorable pout—and brought it to his mouth.“Say

“Yes, sir. We are absolutely certain,” replied the nurse patiently. “We have already done a complete check-up. It's exhaustion and a mild viral infection, nothing that rest and fluids won't fix. The gentleman in the chair has already asked us that same question seventeen times in the last hour.”She glanced shyly at Henrique. Although frightening, that level of concern was... incredibly romantic. And having three such handsome men in the same room was a privilege she didn't mind putting up with, even with repetitive questions.Axel exhaled and leaned against the doorframe, placing his hand on his chest, which was still pounding with fear.“Man, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Axel complained, addressing his brother, but keeping his voice low. “She just has a fever! Why do you look like you've just been diagnosed with a terminal illness? I came running thinking I needed to donate a kidney!”Henriqu

“Yes?” he whispered. “What is it?”Helena frowned, feeling the rough texture beneath her fingers.“You took care of me all night, didn't you?” Her voice was soft. “Your beard... has grown quite a bit. You look tired.”Henrique covered her hand with his, pressing it against his face for a brief second.“It's okay. I slept a little,” he lied.In fact, he hadn't closed his eyes for a minute. He had spent the last twenty-four hours watching her breathing, monitoring her IV, terrified that her fever would return. He had no desire to eat, wash his face, or rest. Only now, seeing the sparkle return to her eyes, did he feel he could breathe again.“Eat your dinner,” he said, changing the subject and reluctantly removing his hand. “The doctor said you can't eat anything heavy, so there's only plain porridge. Wait until you get better, then I'll buy you whatever you want. Th

Henrique remained unfazed and continued, professional but persuasive:“Once you clear your name with this evidence, your popularity will skyrocket. You'll be on the same level of visibility as top-tier artists. It will be much easier to find a company then.”Helena sighed, the weight of reality falling on her shoulders."It's really very problematic, Henrique. Small companies don't have the resources to protect me and don't offer a good future. As for large companies... it will be difficult to get in. Despite my fame, most of my reputation is ‘toxic’. I don't have any completed work or awards. My position is delicate."She looked at him, seeking guidance. Faced with such an important decision, his opinion was the only one that mattered.“Do you have any ideas?”Henrique stood up and poured her a glass of water. He handed it to her, his fingers brushing hers, before responding with the firm voice of an emperor choosing his general."From my perspective as a businessman, you are not a r