Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 472: Enhanced Protection

Chapter 472: Enhanced Protection

Ella glanced around the room, puzzled. Lately, she had been feeling a persistent sense of being watched.

Every time she left the villa and appeared in public, it seemed as though someone in the shadows was silently observing her. Occasionally, she would sense the gaze, but she could never pinpoint where it was coming from.

Eric had finished his speech, snapping Ella out of her thoughts. He handed her the microphone with a playful smile. "Your turn, darling. Say a few words and confess your love for me."

Ella felt a slight warmth rise to her ears. She wasn’t one to shy away easily, but standing before so many distinguished guests, friends, and family, she couldn’t help but feel a little flustered.

Clearing her throat softly, she began, "I’d like to thank my husband. Thank you, Eric, for your unwavering care, support, and trust. I’m also deeply grateful to my father, our friends, and family for their encouragement. I hope we all find the lives we’ve always dreamed of."

With a gentle smile and sincerity in her eyes, she concluded, "Finally, I wish for Mr. Eric Nelson and me to walk hand in hand from today until forever. May our sons grow up healthy and happy. Thank you."

Her refined and heartfelt words drew enthusiastic applause and cheers from the audience. Eric’s face lit up with a beaming smile, clearly pleased.

"Please enjoy your meals, and thank you all for your blessings!" Eric added, as he and Ella descended the stage. The guests returned to their tables, laughter and conversations filling the room with joy.

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Ella discreetly instructed Mia to remind the head of security to stay alert for suspicious individuals.

However, as the evening went on, her unease seemed unwarranted. The banquet proceeded smoothly, surrounded by trusted friends and family. The other guests had been seated on different floors, ensuring a private and comfortable atmosphere.

After dinner, Ella excused herself to feed the twins. Big Bun had woken up hungry—again. His appetite was growing fast, needing to be fed almost every two hours.

Ella’s milk supply was sufficient, so there was no need for the nursemaid just yet. Once both babies were fed, Ella sat quietly, watching them. They had curled their tiny fists and rested them against their cheeks, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

Newborns truly were irresistibly endearing.

Elias, Dorian, she thought lovingly, may you grow up safe and healthy, always happy, and shielded from harm.

She kissed their foreheads gently. The two little ones stretched lazily before drifting back to sleep.

Ella and Eric had already named their sons—Elias for the elder, and Dorian for the younger. Ella was delighted with the names, feeling they suited her precious boys perfectly.

Sleepiness overcame her as she lay down between her two little buns. Before long, she too was fast asleep.

Mrs. Harris watched the serene scene unfold—a mother and her two babies sleeping soundly together. A heartfelt smile spread across her face.

The master finally has the family he’s always longed for. May they all live a life of peace and happiness.

When Eric entered the lounge, he found Ella and the twins still asleep. Quietly, he shut the door behind him.

Mrs. Harris gave him a knowing smile before silently slipping out of the room.

Eric sat down on the nearby sofa, his gaze fixed on the bed. There they were—the woman and the two little ones who now meant everything to him.

He sat there for an indeterminate amount of time, simply watching them. When Ella finally woke, her eyes met Eric’s intense, warm gaze. The heat in his eyes made her cheeks flush slightly.

Carefully, she slipped off the bed without disturbing the twins, moving quietly to join him.

"Why are you here? Don’t you have guests to entertain?" Ella lifted her clear, radiant face, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Eric pulled her into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed as a wave of desire unexpectedly surged within him.

Suppressing it with effort, he smiled warmly, like a blossom in spring. "No need. The guests are very considerate. When they saw me walk away, none of them tried to hold me back."

Ella smiled lightly and glanced at the two little buns sleeping on the bed. "Are you tired? Your face looks a bit flushed. Hmm... You must’ve had some drinks again, didn’t you?"

"No, I didn’t drink. It’s just that seeing you excites me so much!" Eric teased with a slight grin. Ella’s cheeks burned as she nudged him playfully. "You always joke with me. In a few months, you’ll finally get to quench your ’hundred-day thirst.’"

"Will you obediently let me take charge then?" Eric teased further.

"Eric, you’re dreaming! You promised to make it up to me, remember? I’m the one calling the shots," Ella pouted, her finger tracing playful circles on Eric’s face.

Eric caught her hand and brought it to his lips, the warmth and dampness of his kiss sending a shiver through her. "Of course, I keep my promises. But if you’d like, you’re welcome to serve me, too."

Ella giggled softly, leaning into his warm embrace. She felt so relaxed and comfortable that she didn’t want to move.

"By the way, Eric," Ella began, her voice soft as her large eyes turned up to meet his, "since I gave birth, have you encountered anyone unusual, or noticed if someone seems to be targeting you?"

Eric’s chiseled profile, bathed in the light streaming through the window, radiated a faint glow against the backdrop of the sky. Ella found it hard to tear her gaze away.

"No, not at all. Why do you ask? Has someone caught your attention, or has something happened?" Eric’s heart skipped a beat. Could Ella have discovered the note?

Ella withdrew her hand from his, now slightly damp with his kiss, and began to draw circles on the back of his hand. "I don’t know. I just have this strange feeling, like someone’s been watching us," she murmured.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly with worry.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to relax, but after having the twins, her protective instincts had grown stronger. She couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to them. Even the slightest hint of trouble left her on edge.

"You’re overthinking it. Maybe..." Eric’s eyes twinkled mischievously as they roamed below her collarbone. "You’ve become more... curvaceous. Some sleazy guys might be ogling you, or maybe some admirer can’t take their eyes off you."

"Look at you—so much fuller now!" Eric said with mock seriousness.

Ella rolled her eyes and playfully scolded him. "Eric, I’m still in postpartum recovery! Sure, I’ve gained a bit, but it’s not that drastic!"

She studied his eyes carefully. Seeing no sign of hesitation or guilt, she finally breathed an inward sigh of relief.

"Alright then. Just remind the bodyguards to stay alert and keep an eye out," she said.

"I know what to do. With me around, nothing will happen to you or the kids," Eric assured her confidently.

They spoke in hushed tones, their voices mingling with the rare sunny sky outside—a blessing in the rainy season.

Ella’s light laughter rang out, bright and melodic, softening Eric’s heart even more.

Before long, the quiet was broken by the loud, piercing cries of the two little buns on the bed. Their wails shattered the peaceful moment, drawing both Eric and Ella’s attention immediately.