All Chapters of She Returned with Genius Babies, He Regretted: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Elena’s POVCharlotte scared me the first time I met her.It’s crazy to think about how different that was. When I barged into Alexander’s office thinking that he was with another woman. I felt so validated when it was just his mother, and that his mother liked me. I never thought I would get that kind of acceptance…But here is that same woman now, eyeing me head to toe. Her mouth curled in distaste. And right next to her is the woman whose husband actively had someone killed.I should’ve known that they were still rubbing shoulders, that day at Mira’s wake when Portia came and fought me and Charlotte didn’t do anything.“What?” Charlotte dares, urging me and stepping closer to me. “Cat got your tongue? Suddenly mum after everything you said to Alexander last night?”My heart is hammering inside my throat but I just tilt my head in confusion. “I can’t help but be curious… what exactly is the story that he told you?”Charlotte doesn’t answer. Portia does it instead.“Acting innocent a

Elena’s POV“Isn’t that Elena Harrington?”“Why is she dancing with her ex-husband?”“I thought she was engaged to Alexander Van Asten?”“No, they’ve been broken up for a while. I heard that he’s a massive asshole and lowkey abusive.”“I think there’s only one man for her and that’s Tristan Blake.”The whispers are more than whispers. I can hear them very sharply and I know that Tristan can too.His face is red as he steers me to the dance floor, but his steps are calm. Sure. Perhaps even a little excited. But I take things slow, afraid of getting more attention even though I’m pretty sure everyone is already looking at us.“Maybe dancing isn’t the way to go,” I say nervously. “Can you hear everything they’re saying?”“Yeah, and I actually agree with a lot of things,” he jokes, and I slap his arm. “I’m just kidding. I only agree with the one who said that Alexander is a big asshole. Unless you agree with the other stuff we heard?”As though on cue, someone says loudly, “They look like

Elena’s POV“Woah!”Tristan’s breath gets knocked out of him as my weight settles on his lap.Instinctively, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. We both fall out of balance, ending up splayed on the bed with me on top of him, his arms wrapped around me.I can’t see him in the darkness. My eyes are still adjusting. But I can feel the warmth of his lips on mine. I can feel his eyes seeking me in the pitch black room.And most importantly, I can feel his length against me.And it’s growing hard.I should pull away now. I should let go.I should jump off him and apologize and tell him that this is all a mistake.But I do none of that.I don't want to do any of that.Instead, I stay on his lap, moving myself until I’m straddling him.Until my core is directly aligned to his length.My breathing his ragged now. Like I just ran. The tension between us is hard to deny now. Slowly, the remaining light from outside is starting to seep into the room and I can see his face

Elena's POVTristan walks closer to me, and at long last, after what felt like a forever of nothing, he reaches down to kiss me.I close my eyes. I’m already moaning and it’s just a kiss. I don’t even remember kissing ever feeling this good, but I give into it. I open my mouth to let him slide his tongue inside me. He tastes like a drug, but it also tastes like love and sweetness and desire. I can feel my core getting impossibly wet.“I need you too,” he whispers as he trails his lips down to my neck. “God, I’ve been thinking about you. I’ve been stopping myself….”I want to question why he’s been stopping himself, but the last thing I want is to distract him and make him stop right now. I just throw my head back and moan as he nuzzles my neck, running his hands up and down my hips and waist.Tristan wraps his arms around me and guides me back on the bed, laying me back just enough so that my legs are hanging off the edge of the bed. He’s running his hands on my thighs now, letting hi

Third Person POVIf there was something that could make Tristan snap into focus, that would be it—the sight of their only chance at blowing the whole case open escaping.Riding just on the edge of being discovered, he finds himself rushing closer to the gate, crouched down and hiding behind the bushes and the white fog of the falling snow.Elena’s heart is hammering inside her chest, screaming out a protest as Tristan gets even closer. “Tristan, what the hell are you doing?”“Getting closer,” he hisses. “We might be able to see what they’re putting in those goddamn trucks. Once they leave… our chance is lost.”Elena bites back her protest, knowing that he’s right. But there are a lot of people on the other side of the fence. Not to mention, they’re blocked out by an entire section of the wall.“What do you want me to do?” she asks desperately, trying to follow him.But Tristan shakes his head. “No, you stay here. Stay close to the car and hide. Don’t do anything. Don’t get too close.