All Chapters of Intertwined Destinies: A Nanny on the Farm: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

As they walk toward their friend's house, Denise lightly holds her daughter's arm while talking about the fears that come with pregnancy.“I'm sure everything is going to be wonderful, Mom. God is taking care of everything,” Eloá says, trying to encourage her. “It's going to be a beautiful new chapter.”Denise smiles, but before she can answer, something catches her attention.A tall, athletic young man steps out of the house wearing an elegant suit, carefully adjusting his shirt cuffs.“Is that Henri or Gael?” she asks, narrowing her eyes.“I think it's Henri, judging by the way he walks,” Eloá replies, unable to hide the longer glance she gives him.“I can never tell them apart right away, especially from a distance,” Denise admits with a laugh.“Sometimes I get confused too,” Eloá says, still watching him approach. “Even their voices sound alike.”When Henri notices them, he offers a warm smile and walks toward them.“Good morning, Aunt Dee. Eloá.”“Good morning, sweetheart. You lo

One Week Later…The moon shines leisurely on a Saturday night as Denise’s house fills with guests and lively conversations. An arch of blue and pink balloons decorates the entrance to the backyard, and atop the main table, a huge cake covered in white whipped cream waits for the moment of the reveal. Banners reading “Boy or Girl?” hang between flower pots, and a table overflowing with customized sweets delights the eyes of everyone present.Denise moves from one side to the other, radiant, greeting guests and making the final adjustments. Saulo, dressed in a button-up shirt and with an excited sparkle in his eyes, tries to help however he can, though his nervousness is visible in every gesture.“Let’s get this over with, or I’m going to lose it,” he whispers in his wife’s ear.“Alright, Mr. Impatient.”As soon as the guests settle down, Denise positions herself beside her husband in the center of the venue, glowing in a white dress that beautifully highlights the cinnamon tone of her

“Look… hearing that compliment wasn’t so bad, considering it indirectly applies to me too, right?” Henri teases with a playful grin, noticing how red her cheeks have become.“I… I didn’t know that was Gael,” she whispers, regretting the words the moment they leave her mouth.“Really? So that means the compliment was actually for me?” He takes another step forward, closing the distance between them.“No… that’s not what I meant,” she shoots back, stumbling over her words, unsure where to hide her face.Before the situation can become even more embarrassing, Gael notices the movement inside the barn. He turns his head and spots Eloá talking to his brother. Setting down the brush in his hand, he walks toward them.“Eloá, what a nice surprise seeing you here.”“I came to say goodbye…” she finally murmurs, collecting herself.“You’re really leaving?” Gael’s expression softens with a hint of sadness.“Tomorrow morning, bright and early. But I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye to y

“What do you mean?” Elisa asks, confused by the answer. “I thought you were going to say something a little more elaborate.”“I don’t think it’s really sunk in yet that I’m not going to see him anymore,” Eloá explains. “That’s why I said that.”“But… I assume you two are still going to talk on the phone, right?”She has thought about that possibility.Many times, actually.Even though she is leaving for another country, she knows deep down that staying in touch with Henri would be a mistake.A dangerous mistake.That’s why she has already made a decision: the moment she boards the plane, she will block his number. No messages. No calls. Nothing that might feed even the smallest spark of hope inside her heart.“I won’t have much time to chat with anyone,” she says, her voice colder than she intends. “I’m going there to study, not to take a vacation.”The sudden coldness makes Elisa frown.For a second, she feels as though her sister is someone else entirely.“I hope you’re only talking

As she tasted the kiss of the man she had desired for so long, Eloá had the unmistakable feeling that her heart could stop at any moment.But as she realized he was responding with the same intensity, she gradually calmed down.The happiness that flooded her was both quiet and overwhelming, born from a longing she had carried for far too long. It felt as though time itself had been suspended just so that moment could happen.Gently, she reached for his shirt once again.Unlike before, she found no resistance.He simply let her lead, surrendering to her initiative.That made her feel more alive than ever, in control of something she had spent so long believing she would never be able to touch.Carefully, she removed his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. Every movement felt like a discovery.It was the realization of everything she had imagined—not in the perfect, romantic way she had dreamed of, but in a way that was real, imperfect, and still beautiful.A s