Todos os capítulos de Intertwined Destinies: A Nanny on the Farm: Capítulo 271 - Capítulo 280

After leaving Eloá’s apartment, Gael wanders aimlessly, as if each step is guided only by his need to stay close to her. He doesn’t want to go back to New York, where he’s staying, nor does he have the energy to look for a hotel in this city. Walking away feels too much like giving up, and giving up is not an option.Eventually, he finds a lonely bench in a small square. He sits down, letting the weight of his body sink into it, and runs his hands over his face, resting his elbows on his knees. The thought that Eloá might never forgive him cuts through him like an invisible blade.“I can’t lose her... not now...” he murmurs.The possibility terrifies him, especially because, despite everything, they seem to be finding a thread of understanding again, a chance to start over. Fear and uncertainty leave him paralyzed, and stubborn tears threaten to form. All he wants is to be with her, take care of her, build something real... but he no longer knows if she still wants him.“Please, God..

Christmas is just around the corner, and Elisa can barely contain her excitement as she helps her mother put the babies to sleep.“I can’t wait!” she says enthusiastically.Once the twins finally drift off, mother and daughter leave the nursery and head out to the veranda. With the baby monitor screen on, Denise isn’t worried about leaving them alone.Outside, Saulo is stretched out in a hammock, looking like a man who has survived a battlefield. He has spent hours trying to soothe one of the babies, who stubbornly refuses to sleep.“I think we need to hire nannies for weekends too,” he grumbles when he sees them.“I’m not against that idea,” Denise replies with a laugh.“Now I understand what Aurora and Oliver went through when the boys were born. One baby is already hard enough. Two at the same time? Lord have mercy.”“It wasn’t much different for us,” Denise recalls. “I got pregnant with Eloá when Elisa was only three months old.”“That’s true...” he laughs, still sounding slightly

Even before Christmas, Eloá and Gael have already found their way to each other in a way that no longer leaves their feelings feeling like uncharted territory. The uncertainty, the fears, and the unspoken words give way to a deeper understanding. Between them, there is a growing sense that they are finally moving in the same direction.It is in this atmosphere of mutual understanding that Gael decides to move into her apartment. At first, Eloá hesitates—not because she doesn’t want it, but because of what the decision represents. It feels like making official something that is still living in secret. Yet having him by her side becomes such a comfort that the choice comes naturally. Little by little, they settle into a routine: his clothes mixed with hers in the closet, shared breakfasts, late-night conversations on the couch. More than a couple hiding from the world, they are building a real home together.On appointment days, Gael starts accompanying her, proud to be by her side thro

At Saulo’s house, the atmosphere is more cheerful than ever. He has put up a massive Christmas tree in the living room, decorated with sparkling ornaments and red ribbons, while the front of the house twinkles with countless colorful lights. As he rocks one of the boys in his arms, the other sleeps peacefully in his stroller, lulled by the gentle motion of Saulo’s foot.For him, this little routine with newborns, after so many years away from that stage of life, is surprisingly enjoyable. Every cuddle and even the exhaustion are part of the happiness.“I’m going to ask one of the nannies to take them upstairs,” Denise says as she walks into the room carrying a tray with two glasses of juice.“But they’re so quiet here...” he comments, hugging the baby in his arms a little tighter.“I know, but Noah and Elisa will be here soon, and the noise will start. You don’t want them missing their afternoon nap, do you?”“Never!” he replies, already smiling nervously as his arm begins to ache fro

“I can’t believe we did that...” Gael says as he drives along the dimly lit road, with no particular destination in mind.“I... I couldn’t do it,” Eloá murmurs, her eyes filling with tears as she tries—and fails—to hold them back.Gael pulls the car onto the shoulder and turns off the engine. The silence of the night seems to amplify every beat of their hearts.“Shhh...” he whispers, turning slightly toward her. “It’s okay. You got nervous. That’s natural. I... I understand.”Resting her head against his shoulder, Eloá feels the warmth of his body and the sense of security that radiates from him.“But what now?” she murmurs, barely able to find her voice.“Now,” Gael says, gently running a hand through her hair, “you just need to calm down and understand that there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”He leans in and wraps her in his arms, as though he wants to shield every part of her. Eloá lets out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of her anxiety slowly