Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 486: A Night of Passion

Chapter 486: A Night of Passion

Ella clenched her fists tightly, her palms damp with sweat, as she cautiously walked toward the opposite path.

However, after traversing several pathways, she heard no further strange sounds.

*Was it just my imagination?* she wondered.

Bathed in the faint glow of moonlight, the scene before her was tranquil—too tranquil. The eerie silence sent a chill down her spine.

Summoning her courage, Ella found herself empathizing for the first time with how Eric must have felt during his lone battles with the people of Country W.

The tension, the thrill, and above all, the fear.

But for Eric, and for the sake of their two adorable children, she steeled herself.

Ella carefully moved toward the source of the sound she’d heard earlier. It had come from near the doorway—could Eric have been knocked out there?

With every step closer, her heart pounded louder, nearly bursting from her chest. She stepped on the soft petals beneath her feet, their comfort completely unnoticed as all her attention focused ahead.

Suddenly, a dark figure leapt out of nowhere, as swift and powerful as a wild panther, tackling Ella to the ground.

"Ah!" she cried out instinctively, preparing to bite down hard on her assailant, but the man quickly pinned her hands and let out a delighted laugh.

"My dear wife, the hunter has caught his prey! Exciting, isn’t it, my little minx? Wasn’t it thrilling?"

Hearing Eric’s mischievous laughter, Ella’s taut nerves finally eased.

Damn it!

She had been completely fooled by Eric!

"Eric...you..." Ella began, but before she could finish, his lips crashed onto hers. She struggled briefly, but it was futile, and soon she was breathlessly responding with equal intensity.

If Eric wanted to push her limits, fine—she would return the favor and drain him dry for putting her through all this.

The house stood serenely under the moonlight, surrounded by the rustling of leaves and the hum of nocturnal insects.

Inside, the mysterious purple glow seeped through the curtains, spreading a faint, enchanting radiance, like an ethereal violet flame.

Occasionally, faint cries and muffled sounds escaped the windows, only to be carried away by the autumn wind into the depths of the quiet night.

...

When Ella woke up, she found herself lying on their big bed at home. She was utterly shocked—how had she gotten back? She had no recollection at all.

She only remembered the excitement and madness of last night, matching Eric’s energy and intensity until exhaustion overtook her. She must have collapsed and fallen fast asleep on the floor.

Now, reflecting on it, she was almost impressed with herself. Who knew I’d go along with something so wild? While she and Eric had role-played various scenarios before, nothing had ever reached the level of insanity they indulged in last night.

She shifted slightly, wincing as a dull ache radiated from her waist.

Beside her, Eric was sound asleep, a small, satisfied smile curving his lips. Even in slumber, he seemed utterly content.

Ella carefully sat up and tiptoed over to the mirror. In the soft morning light, she noticed several faint, telltale marks on her collarbone—kisses left by Eric.

She felt a flicker of annoyance, but it quickly dissipated when she remembered she still had a few turtleneck tops.

Glancing at the clock, she saw it was just past 7 a.m., giving her nearly two hours before work.

Quietly, she slipped back into bed. But to her surprise, Eric suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"Good morning, sweetheart. You’re up?"

Ella was speechless. He had seemed so sound asleep just moments ago—how had he woken up so quickly?

"Mm, yeah... But you’re terrible, Eric. My waist is so sore."

"You’re the terrible one, honey. You nearly drained me dry!"

Ella let out a playful scoff, gently punching his shoulder. "Eric, why would you pull a stunt like that on me?"

"Because it was thrilling, wasn’t it? Admit it," Eric said, wrapping his arms around her waist as his lips began wandering across her face.

Ella snorted softly. This man! Didn’t he realize he’d nearly scared her to death last night?

Seeing the faint displeasure on her face, Eric leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Don’t be mad. I know I frightened you, but I wanted to show you that our home is perfectly safe. No one could ever harm us here."

Ella let out a light huff. "Why is that?"

"Because of our walls. If any intruder tries to break in, they’ll be electrocuted."

Ella’s eyes widened in shock. "That’s so dangerous! What if our two little ones get curious and touch it?"

Eric shook his head. "They’d have to climb all the way to the top to reach the electric part. The edges are perfectly safe. Besides, Elias and Dorian are always under watch, even when they’re at their most mischievous."

Ella snuggled into his chest. The crisp autumn night made their shared warmth even cozier, without the discomfort of overheating.

"Eric, when I heard those sounds last night, I really thought that mysterious person sending me letters had broken into our house. I was terrified!" Ella sighed, a shadow of worry passing over her face.

Her words made Eric chuckle softly. "Silly girl. A good performance needs to feel real. Those sounds you heard? I played them from my phone."

Ella shot upright and gave him a hard smack on the arm. "Eric!" she exclaimed, making him cry out dramatically, though the wicked grin on his face betrayed his amusement.

"Okay, okay, I admit I was wrong!" he said, still laughing.

"Hmph. I thought I was hearing things! But you—ugh—you almost gave me a heart attack!"

At the time, Ella had linked those eerie sounds to the mysterious letter sender. That person had hidden themselves so well that Ella couldn’t help but believe they might be capable of infiltrating their home and harming her or Eric.

"Dearest wife, my love, my treasure! I was wrong, alright? Next time, we’ll try something else, maybe even more thrilling. How does that sound?" Eric teased with a playful grin. Ella snorted lightly but didn’t say anything more.

She pressed her lips together, feeling a warm wave of emotion bubbling within her.

...

At 8 a.m., Ella and Eric appeared at the breakfast table with their two little ones, right on time.

Breakfast was a hearty spread: scallop and pork congee, bread, eggs, and a selection of fruits like bananas.

"Mama, I’m hungry! I want congee!" Dorian exclaimed as he darted over like a gust of wind, pulling the now lukewarm bowl of congee toward himself and happily digging in.

Elias, meanwhile, climbed into the seat next to Eric. "Daddy, tomorrow’s Saturday. Shouldn’t you take us to the amusement park or the aquarium?"

Eric couldn’t help but laugh. This little guy already knew how to make demands.

"Alright, but only if you behave today," Eric said, ruffling Elias’s hair and planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Ella chuckled. "Exactly. No mischief, or you’ll drive your teachers to tears."

Elias pouted. "No way! I think they really like me and Dorian. They’re always taking pictures of us with their phones!"

"What are they teaching you at school?" Ella asked with a smile.

She was genuinely curious about the teaching methods at the preschool. After all, the Little Prince Academy was the most prestigious private school in the city—only the elite could afford to send their children there.

"They teach us to dance and sing," Dorian chimed in, his big, grape-like eyes sparkling with excitement.

Ella smiled warmly, thinking it was great that her sons enjoyed school. At least they weren’t like other kids who cried and begged to stay home.

However, later that afternoon when Ella went to pick up the boys, she was surprised to find a woman standing outside, her face dark with anger, loudly scolding Elias.