Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 484: Passion in the Bathroom

Chapter 484: Passion in the Bathroom

"Yes! The teachers really like us. They even take their phones out to snap pictures of me and my brother all the time!" Little Elias said proudly.

Ella’s smile faded slightly.

While the teachers’ behavior wasn’t necessarily wrong, Ella couldn’t help but worry about the photos being leaked.

"Don’t worry," Eric said with a reassuring smile. "The preschool has a strict policy prohibiting teachers from posting photos of the children online. Anyone caught doing so would face serious consequences. I made sure the director emphasizes this rule when hiring teachers."

Ella nodded. "Even so, it’s better to subtly remind them not to take photos at all. I’m just worried something unexpected could happen."

If one of the teachers’ phones were compromised, pictures of their sons and other children could be exposed.

"You’re right. I’ll have someone discreetly remind the staff about this," Eric agreed. Ella’s concern made sense—after all, the children attending Little Prince Preschool came from influential families, and no parent wanted their child’s privacy violated.

After returning home and having dinner, Ella distributed the small pastries and snacks they had bought to their two sons.

Little Elias wasn’t much of a snacker. He took only one bun and handed all the sunflower seeds, bread, and nuts to Little Dorian.

Happily clutching the snacks, Dorian hummed a little tune. "Thanks, big brother! Next time, eat less so I can have more, okay?"

Ella and Eric exchanged helpless glances. Their little foodie’s habits seemed unlikely to change anytime soon.

"Dorian, that’s not right," Ella said, pulling him closer and gently stroking his chubby cheek. "You love eating these snacks, but your brother likes them too."

Dorian, his mouth full of bread, looked up at Ella with wide, pitiful eyes. "But Mommy... big brother doesn’t like them. He gave them to me. If he wants them, I can share!"

Ella turned to Elias.

Elias was busy tinkering with a robot model, completely uninterested in the snacks.

Ella sighed. "Fine, if your brother doesn’t want them, you can eat more. But don’t overeat, okay? Eating too much can make your brain slower. Got it?"

"I’m not slow! My teacher said I’m smart and adorable. Look, she even gave me a little red flower!"

Dorian proudly pointed to the small red flower sticker on his forehead.

Seeing her youngest munching away with chipmunk-like cheeks, Ella’s expression darkened. "But you just ate a big dinner, and now you’re stuffing yourself with snacks..."

Dorian was already chubby and round. If he kept eating like this, wouldn’t he become a little roly-poly?

"I’m not full! I’m still hungry. Mommy, please let me eat more. Why don’t you want me to eat? Don’t you like me?"

Tears welled up in Dorian’s eyes, and his voice carried a hint of sadness.

Ella quickly shook her head. "No, that’s not what Mommy means..."

"Exactly," Eric jumped in, seeing Ella’s patience wearing thin. He pulled Dorian into his arms. "Mommy doesn’t mean that. But if you eat too much, you’ll get too chubby, and when you grow up, you’ll be a little round man. That’s not healthy either. Mommy and Daddy love you very much, okay?"

Dorian sniffled but nodded, comforted by Eric’s explanation.

Ella sat down nearby, resting her chin in her hand as she watched her older son focused on his robot model.

Elias, though mischievous, could concentrate deeply when engaged in something.

Dorian, on the other hand, loved food far more than toys. Still, his hands-on skills weren’t bad. While he wasn’t as advanced as Elias, Taylor had mentioned that Dorian’s abilities were still above average compared to other children.

Dorian wasn’t slow, just a complete foodie.

Ella sighed, wondering if he’d blame her someday for not helping him develop self-discipline around food if he grew up and became overweight.

Becoming a mother had brought Ella many small worries and concerns she hadn’t anticipated.

As parents, they naturally wanted their children to always be the best and most exceptional.

"What are you thinking about? Raising children takes patience. Don’t rush, okay?" Eric’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Ella looked up and met his deep, reassuring gaze.

"I’m not rushing. I’m just worried..."

Eric took her hand gently. "Don’t worry. Our children are exceptional. Even though Dorian loves to eat, he’s not severely overweight. He won’t turn into a chubby man when he grows up."

Ella nodded, though a trace of unease lingered in her heart.

"Once the kids are asleep, I’ll take you somewhere," Eric said softly, his tone teasing as he leaned close to her ear.

Ella’s ears flushed slightly. "Where are we going?"

"You’ll see. Just go along with me later, and it’ll be fine," he replied with a mischievous smile, refusing to elaborate.

Seeing how tight-lipped he was, Ella didn’t press him further. She set aside her worries and played games with the two little ones. After a while, Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Moore came to take Elias and Dorian upstairs for their baths.

When they were done, Ella and Eric sat on either side of the bed, telling bedtime stories to the boys. Ella narrated the main story, while Eric played the supporting roles.

"Once upon a time, there was a small mountain village called Pumpkin Village. A little girl lived there along with a sly little gray wolf. The wolf would often sneak into the girl’s home to steal her food. One day, the girl finally caught him. The wolf was angry but pretended to be pitiful, begging the girl to let him go... and promising to give her lots and lots of food," Ella said softly, her voice tender and soothing.

Eric lowered his voice, imitating the wolf. "Little Richard, please don’t send me to the police! I have lots and lots of food. If you let me go, I’ll give it all to you!"

Ella smiled faintly and mimicked the little girl’s voice. "I don’t believe you! You’re a bad wolf who steals from people. You’re just trying to trick me into letting you go! I’m calling the police!"

"How about I take you out to play instead?" Eric said, still in his wolfish tone.

"No way! Last time you promised to give me food and take me out to play, but you ended up biting me and locking me in a room. If Grandma hadn’t come back, I would’ve starved!"

This story had been told many times before. When they first heard it, the boys were excited and full of emotion, only to later realize the wolf was a villain.

As the little ones gradually drifted off to sleep, Ella stopped the story. She tucked them in carefully, then was pulled away by Eric.

...

Eric led her to their ensuite bathroom for a shared bath. Inevitably, things got a little heated. After their moment of passion, Eric gently told Ella to close her eyes. He insisted she keep them shut until he gave her permission to open them.

Ella obeyed, letting him guide her.

She felt him dry her off with a towel and then carry her to the bedroom, where he laid her down on the bed.

She heard his footsteps moving away and the sound of the wardrobe opening.

What is Eric up to? Ella wondered, curiosity piqued.