Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 470: A Grand Celebration

Chapter 470: A Grand Celebration

Ella lifted her gaze faintly, a hint of mischief gleaming in her eyes. She knew Eric was holding back, and for a man, such restraint was undeniably a form of torment.

Over the past months, numerous actresses had attempted to get closer to Eric, but every time such a situation arose, Eric swiftly put an end to it. He either froze their careers or terminated their contracts outright, leaving no room for doubt about his loyalty. These actions sent a clear warning, deterring anyone else from making similar advances.

"Darling..." Eric licked his dry lips. "The doctor said three months, right?"

Ella smiled softly. "Just listen to the doctor."

Eric frowned dramatically, his face a picture of mock despair. Ella couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for him. "Hold on a little longer; it’ll pass quickly."

Eric chuckled and sat beside her. "I know... You’ve had it much harder than me. The pain and suffering you’ve endured during and after childbirth are beyond anything I can imagine. Thank you, my love. I promise to make it up to you—every single night, you’ll have my full attention."

He said it with such humor that it lightened the mood, making his struggles seem almost trivial. Ella pressed her lips together, smiling. While feeding their baby, she leaned over and gave Eric a quick peck on the cheek.

Eric’s breathing quickened. "You little tease, you’re clearly trying to seduce me!"

Ella blinked innocently. "Of course not, I’m just thanking you!"

Eric stared at her flushed face, resisting the urge to pull her into his arms. Meanwhile, the elder son, whom they affectionately called "Big Bun," was enthusiastically nursing. The little sounds he made tempted Eric to pinch his chubby cheeks.

Big Bun’s plump little face was adorable without being overdone. Over the past fifteen days, both boys’ jaundice had cleared up, and their skin had turned a healthy, creamy tone. They were irresistibly cute, making everyone who saw them fall in love.

When Big Bun had finally had his fill, he closed his eyes and drifted off into a sweet slumber. His tiny mouth occasionally twitched, and his little body squirmed once before settling peacefully.

Ella smiled gently, radiating the beauty of motherhood.

"By the way, you should hurry up and give the boys proper names," Ella said, her face lighting up with a smile. "We can’t keep calling them Big Bun and Little Bun. They’ll grow up hating their nicknames. Besides, we need their names for the household registration. The sooner, the better."

"Don’t worry about that," Eric said tenderly, stroking Big Bun’s hair. "I’ll have a few options ready for you to choose from in no time." Big Bun, unaware of the conversation, stayed peacefully asleep, while Little Bun, nestled in Eric’s other arm, let out a small grunt of discontent.

It seemed like he was jealous!

Eric and Ella exchanged a glance, their hearts warmed by the scene.

A housekeeper came in, carefully transferring Big Bun and Little Bun to the small crib nearby, then quietly left the room.

Ella leaned against Eric, exhaustion washing over her. These days, she had to get up several times each night, giving her a newfound appreciation for the struggles of motherhood.

Every time Ella closed her eyes, she thought of her own mother, Isabella, realizing just how difficult being a mom truly was. Noticing her fatigue, Eric held her close, breathing in the milky scent that lingered on her. "How about this? I’ll hire another postpartum nanny to handle nighttime feedings for you. That way, you won’t have to work so hard."

With her eyes still closed, Ella shook her head. "No, I want to do it myself. After all... they’re our sons. I don’t want them to be in someone else’s arms just to make my life easier. I want to build a bond with them from the very beginning."

She was willing to endure the hardship, unwilling to miss the chance to form an intimate connection with her children. For Ella, the mother-child relationship started during breastfeeding, and she didn’t want to sacrifice that bond for convenience or vanity.

Eric sighed, giving up on convincing her. Ella’s perfectionist streak was unyielding, and he knew further persuasion would be futile.

"Won’t this be too exhausting for you?" Eric asked tenderly, running his fingers through her long hair. "By the way, Dad suggested hosting the babies’ full-month banquet at the Nelson Group Grand Hotel. Since we didn’t hold a grand wedding reception, he thinks we should make this celebration grand. What do you think?"

Ella paused for a moment, then chuckled softly. "Dad always seems like someone who doesn’t care about appearances, but I didn’t expect him to be so... pragmatic about this. It’s as if he’s afraid the world won’t know I’ve given birth to twin boys!"

"Well, they’re his grandsons! How could he not be thrilled or keep it low-key? I agree with him—let’s invite all our friends and family to properly celebrate our sons!" Eric raised his eyebrows in delight, his expression brimming with warmth and pride. "I want the whole world to know I not only have a stunning wife but also the cutest, most handsome twin sons."

Ella couldn’t help but burst out laughing. This man was clearly reveling in his happiness.

Still, having given birth to two sons did fill Ella with an immense sense of accomplishment. After all, not every woman could claim to have delivered two adorable little buns.

The banquet was set to take place at the Nelson Group Grand Hotel in ten days. Invitations, personally arranged by Eric, had been sent to both their social circle and family friends.

Eric had been modest at their wedding, but he wasn’t about to keep things low-key for the twins’ full-month celebration.

Even Mason, who was abroad, received an invitation. As he held the card in his hands, his face darkened with a stormy expression. His mood was sour, to say the least.

Though he hadn’t seen Eric’s twin sons, Mason could imagine how handsome and adorable they must be.

"Sir, will you attend their full-month banquet?" his assistant asked softly.

Mason let out a cold laugh. "No need. You can attend on my behalf and deliver a gift. I have more important things to focus on."

"Understood, sir."

Given Mason’s status, attending the banquet would have been the expected thing to do. However, he realized that attending held no real benefit for him.

The family business in Country W demanded his attention, and he needed to grow stronger step by step. Why waste time on such matters?

"Eric, Ella, I hope it won’t be long before you understand what real, soul-crushing pain feels like," Mason murmured with a cruel smile. "Those twin sons... they mean everything to you, don’t they? Ha..."

His laughter was chilling. Mason, who had risen above his cousins in the Scott family to secure the position of family head through sheer strength, had never tasted defeat.

Until he crossed paths with Eric.

The bitterness and anger Mason felt from that loss had taken root deep within him. Returning to Country W didn’t mean he had given up. Far from it—his revenge was only just beginning.

The day of the twins’ full-month celebration arrived quickly.

By this time, Ella had grown accustomed to the nightly feedings and the exhaustion that came with them. She had become more energetic, synchronizing her schedule with the twins—waking when they woke, sleeping when they slept. This routine kept her from feeling too drained.

Thankfully, the little buns were both well-behaved. After being fed or having their diapers changed, they would fall asleep peacefully, giving Ella much-needed moments of rest.