Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 139: Flirtation on the Balcony

Chapter 139: Flirtation on the Balcony

After eating just enough to feel satisfied, Ella finally put down her knife and fork. "Take your time, Miss Carter," she said, standing up. "I’ll be heading out now."

Before Leah could gather her thoughts, Ella had already strode out of the room.

Leah watched her retreating figure, lost in thought.

She stayed behind specifically to wait for Eric. Even when they were abroad, Leah’s attention was always on him.

Now that she was back in the country, she finally had a chance to get closer to him.

However, in their recent encounter, Eric’s attitude towards her was lukewarm at best. Ella treated her the same, with a distant and indifferent demeanor, leaving Leah unable to glean any useful information.

Ella was clearly very cautious around her!

But precisely because of this difficulty, Leah found herself even more intrigued by Ella.

The thought of Ella one day kneeling before her, begging for mercy, filled Leah with an inexplicable sense of satisfaction!

As this thought crossed her mind, Leah’s lips curved into an arrogant and confident smile, exuding a queen-like aura.

Several young men approached her, attempting to strike up a conversation, but Leah only engaged them politely without outright rejecting them.

Building connections is a process that requires continuous effort to expand one’s circle and enhance one’s influence!

Ella made her way to Room 2001, where a server stood at the door, respectfully handing her a key card.

She was secretly surprised by the professionalism of the hotel staff—they knew exactly who she was, without needing to verify her identity.

When Ella opened the door to the presidential suite, she found it was as spacious and immaculate as a small apartment, with a plush lavender carpet underfoot that felt as soft as walking on clouds.

The room was elegantly decorated, yet still maintained a fresh and inviting atmosphere—just to Ella’s taste.

She had only been there for about half an hour when Eric arrived.

As soon as he entered the room, he pulled her into a tight embrace, the smell of cream on his breath making her smile. "You finally have some free time, huh?"

"What, are you upset I didn’t come to pick you up?"

"No, I know how busy you are," Ella replied, her face flushing slightly as Eric held the back of her head and kissed her deeply.

Desire surged between them, threatening to overwhelm.

Ella grasped his hand and gently pushed him away. "I just ate; no strenuous activities for now. Let’s talk a bit first."

Eric, breathing heavily, his cheeks tinged with an intoxicating blush, which only added to his devilish charm, said, "I’ll be very gentle!"

Ella’s face turned even redder, her eyes glistening like a pool of spring water. "No... let’s wait a little."

Eric had no choice but to take a deep breath, walking to the side to sit down and closing his eyes to avoid looking at Ella’s tempting face.

"Oh, by the way, I had someone send Emily’s address to Brianna earlier. I’m curious to see what she’ll do," Eric mentioned, chuckling lowly.

Ella raised an eyebrow. "Let’s hope everything goes according to plan. Someone like Brianna, with a heart as venomous as a snake, shouldn’t get to enjoy a peaceful life."

"Don’t worry. A woman’s jealousy is one of the strongest forces out there. We’re in for a good show!" Eric said with a laugh, standing up and offering his hand to her in a gentlemanly manner. "Miss Ella, may I have the honor of this dance?"

Ella smiled sweetly. "Mr. Nelson, you’re as dashing as ever. I’m truly lucky to be your dance partner!"

She placed her hand in his, and the two of them glided onto the small dance floor, gracefully moving to the soft music.

In her previous life, Ella may have been a carefree playgirl, but she was always quite skilled in dancing.

The two of them began to dance a gentle, slow waltz. The lighting was dim, casting a soft, hazy glow that enveloped the room in a romantic atmosphere. Ella’s lips curled into a small smile, and an unspoken happiness filled her heart.

Eric gazed deeply into her eyes. His beloved wife, the woman who would be by his side for life. He knew that it was his duty to provide her with a stable home, even amid the storms that might come.

No matter the thunder and lightning ahead, no matter the gathering clouds, he would never regret the choice he had made.

As the music ended, Ella leaned into his chest, and together they sat on the balcony, watching the night unfold.

The balcony was shielded by one-way glass, but Ella believed it was transparent. So when Eric suddenly pulled her close and kissed her deeply, she was startled.

"Let’s go inside, please... not here!"

Ella panted softly, clutching his shirt tightly.

"You little enchantress... you’re irresistible," Eric murmured before pressing his heated lips against hers again.

"Eric, not here! Someone might see us!"

"It’s your fault for being so tempting. Don’t worry, no one can see us."

"Please... just stop!" Ella whimpered, her body growing weaker as Eric lifted her onto the small stone table on the balcony. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, afraid she might fall.

"Eric! Please, not here..."

Ella’s eyes widened in shock as she glanced across at the balconies of the nearby hotel.

She could clearly see a couple standing on their balcony, enjoying the night just as they were.

But Eric, oblivious to her fear, pulled down the straps of her dress, his kisses trailing along her shoulder.

Even her collarbone glistened with a sheen of his affection.

Eric’s breath grew heavy, and Ella, trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation, whispered desperate pleas into his ear, but he ignored them.

He buried his head against her chest, and Ella shuddered, losing all strength to resist him.

When he finally had his way, Ella was pale with fright, her eyes wide with terror as she stared at the couple across from them. But the couple seemed oblivious to what was happening on her balcony, still laughing and chatting as if nothing was amiss.

Suddenly, Ella realized what had happened. The intensity of Eric’s passion left her breathless. "You... Eric... you’re terrible! You didn’t tell me... the glass is one-way!"

Eric’s low, seductive laugh echoed in her ears. "If I had told you, it wouldn’t have been as exciting. My wild little kitten, your resistance only made me want you more. Now, just enjoy it!"

"Eric, you’re such a scoundrel!"

...

Meanwhile, Brianna returned from a charity event to find Hannah and Brandon sitting in the living room, watching TV.

Brandon stood up politely, smiling warmly. "Good evening, Mrs. Davis. You’re back?"

Brianna nodded. "Brandon, you’re here to keep Hannah company again? It’s so kind of you. Without you, I’m not sure how she would pass the time."

Brandon looked at Hannah tenderly. "Not at all, Mrs. Davis. Hannah spends most of her time doing volunteer work. It’s she who doesn’t have time for me, so we only see each other every few days."

Brianna smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents. "You know, Hannah has made some mistakes, but most of them were because she was forced into difficult situations. At heart, she’s still a kind soul. As long as you don’t mind, I’ll be at ease."

Brandon quickly shook his head. "How could I mind? Hannah is the sweetest girl I’ve ever met!"

As he said this, Brandon felt a wave of nausea but managed to keep it down.

Hannah, on the other hand, was overjoyed. These past few days, Brandon had been nothing but gentle and accommodating, never refusing her anything she asked for, as long as it was within his power to do so.