Todos los capítulos de Flash Married to a Hidden Tycoon: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Ella wrapped her arms around Tiesto’s neck as he carried her. Her warm, soft body rested against his shoulder, and her breath tickled his ear.Tiesto’s throat worked as he fought the surge of desire. Carrying her wasn’t a problem physically—but resisting her intoxicating closeness tested his willpower.“Alright… sleep well,” he said, setting her down.Drowsily, Ella clung to him. “Don’t go…”Tiesto resisted moving, worried he might not be able to leave otherwise.When he tried to stand, she tightened her grip. She was dreaming—replaying memories of being abandoned by her foster mother and Piper in the middle of the night.Young, soft, and fragrant, her presence overwhelmed him.Legally, they were married. Technically, anything was permissible. But Tiesto refused to cross that boundary while she was not fully conscious. He wanted to reserve that intimacy for the right moment.“Be good. Let go.”His soothing voice only made her cling tighter.She nipped at his neck lightly, causing him

Mrs. Miller felt a sour twist in her chest.Piper looked longingly at Nathan, hoping to hear similar words from him—if only to please her.But Nathan didn’t say a word.Ella’s ears burned.Who hadn’t dreamed of a man saying things like this?But dreams and reality were always worlds apart.She wasn’t sure if she should take his words to heart.Then her ear tingled.Tiesto had leaned close.His low, smooth voice brushed against her eardrum. “Everything I said… is true.”Her face flushed hotter.The family had tried to find a sense of superiority over Tiesto and Ella. Not only did they fail, it left them all in worse moods.Jayden finally said, “Let’s eat. The food’s getting cold.”No one had much appetite, and the meal was finished hastily.Ella didn’t want to linger and asked to leave.Just as they were about to go, the villa door was knocked.It was Lucas and Lora.Today was Jayden’s birthday. The couple felt they had to pay their respects for the two daughters he had raised, no matt

In the end, both families agreed to meet at the place where Ella and Tiesto were living and have a meal together.Ella decided she’d cook—it was the best way to show her sincerity.Tiesto agreed. “I’ll help you.”Bright and early, he accompanied her to the supermarket to pick up ingredients.“These dishes… I don’t really know how to make them,” Ella said, eyeing the various ingredients he had in the cart. She felt a little nervous.It was her first time cooking for both families, and she wanted to make a good impression. A mistake could be awkward.“I’ve got it,” Tiesto said with a confident smile. “Don’t worry—leave these dishes to me.”He wanted to make a good impression in front of her parents and three brothers, too.Softly, Ella asked, “You’re cooking with me?”“Isn’t that what we usually do?” he replied.“I just worry you might feel awkward. A lot of men don’t like doing housework in front of others.”Tiesto raised an eyebrow. “A lot of men? How many men do you know?”Ella stuck

The garden behind the club was expansive.After walking a few hundred meters, they reached a quiet pond.Staff brought over fishing rods and bait.Tiesto picked one up. “I’ll show you how to bait the hook.”Ella leaned closer—And shrieked when she saw the wriggling worms.Orlando immediately frowned. “Tiesto, do you even know that girls are scared of bugs? You can’t just use one to scare her!”Michael looked at Orlando as if he’d lost his mind. ‘What’s his deal today?’He wasn’t picking a fight with Tiesto… at least, not like this.Tiesto raised an eyebrow, his expression half-amused, half-mocking, and looked at Orlando.Orlando blinked, confused. Why was he suddenly defending Ella? He’d only ever done that for his sister, Christine!Ella hurried to smooth things over. “Tiesto didn’t scare me. I just wasn’t prepared and got startled—it’s not his fault.”Tiesto looked quietly pleased and whispered, “You’re right. I shouldn’t have just pulled that out like that.”Orlando felt like he’d

Jennifer carefully carried the outfit over with both hands.Ella took it and examined it closely.The fabric was a sheer, gauzy material, customized with the designer’s signature craftsmanship and intricate embroidery.Fixing it without leaving a trace would be extremely difficult.Still, Ella felt confident.Not because she was bragging—she’d had a natural talent for this since she was little.She’d even once considered becoming a fashion designer.But her adoptive mother thought studying fashion was embarrassing, no different from being a seamstress. After asking around and finding out that the top programs were all overseas, she refused to let Ella apply—afraid it would cost too much.So Ella had settled for her second choice: a major in media and communications.Even so, her hands had never grown rusty. Many of the clothes Ellen’s daughter, Nina, wore had been handmade by Ella herself.“Help me find more needles and thread,” Ella said. “All kinds. The more, the better.”Since Jenn