<h4>Chapter 220: The Vignt Man</h4>


    E tried a piece of the steamed chicken and immediately found it to be incredibly delicious—far better than anything she’d ever had at school. As soon as she bit into it, a subtle sweetness spread through her mouth, leaving her savoring the taste.


    "The vor is excellent," E said with a soft smile, offering her praise.


    Eric finally felt a bit more at ease. Seeing E’s earlier sadness, he knew she had been thinking about Isabe.


    For those who have lost their parents, the love from them is something they will yearn for their entire lives—a permanent regret that even the greatest wealth and glory cannot rece.


    "Yes, Mr. Nelson hired a fantastic chef. That’s why the treehouses have been fully booked for months. We’ve never had an empty one! Not only do we have repeat customers, but new guests as well. Reservations are already booked through the winter!" The person in charge beamed with pride and admiration as he nced at Eric.


    Every project Eric handled was a sess.


    Just like the new ice pce project, which was scheduled to open next year. Word had already spread among celebrities, many of whom had expressed their desire to visit. With such interest, the project was bound to seed. Eric had that kind of magic—though his methods could be ruthless, people still admired him.


    Not to mention, he had the looks to match his talent.


    E smiled at Eric. "Mr. Nelson, was this project your idea?"


    Eric raised an eyebrow casually. "Does it matter whose idea it was? You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?"


    Secretly, E was in awe. Her husband was truly remarkable—every project he took on turned into a major sess. All the hardship he had endured in his youth had clearly paid off.


    "Mr. Nelson, are there no bugs here at night? The house is built right around the trees," E asked, ncing up at the dense canopy of leaves.


    The person in charge quietly slipped away, leaving the couple to enjoy their time alone.


    "Don’t worry. We’ve sprayed insect repellent all around the house, so no bugs will dare toe in," Eric reassured her with a smile.


    E breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Thest thing she wanted was to wake up in the middle of the night with bugs crawling on her face—that would be terrifying!


    After dinner, Eric linked his arm with E’s, and they took a walk around the area.


    Although E smiled andughed, deep down, there was still a trace of sadness. Even though she had visited the cemetery to pay her respects earlier that week, today especially made her want to see Isabe again.


    "If we go back tomorrow, I’d like to visit my mother," E said softly.


    "Shall I go with you?" Eric offered.


    "If you have time, sure. If not..."


    "The Queen’s matters are always my top priority," Eric said with a yful yet sincere tone.


    They snuggled close, exchanging sweet words, while two bodyguards stood watch nearby, silently ensuring their safety.


    Unbeknownst to them, just outside the wall, a pair of eyes observed them from the shadows of the trees. The figure quietly watched E and Eric’s every move.


    Then, the person pulled out a phone and dialed a number. "Boss, Eric is sitting on the stone bench with that woman right now."


    "Make sure he doesn’t notice you. Be careful—he’s very sharp. This time, you can’t afford any mistakes, or it’s the end of the road for you! Remember, call me before you take any action!"


    "Yes, boss!"


    The person hung up and coldly stared in Eric’s direction, eyes filled with malice.


    At that moment, Eric suddenly felt a chill down his back, but when he nced around, he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.


    On their way back to the treehouse, Eric instructed the two bodyguards to stay extra vignt since there were many people around, making it easy for something to go unnoticed.


    Eric regretted not reserving the entire ce, especially since it was E’s birthday.


    "What’s wrong? You told the bodyguards to be cautious—did you notice something?" E asked softly after they returned to the room, having picked up on Eric’s careful choice of words.


    Eric shook his head. After closing the door, he pulled her into a tight embrace. "Nothing... let’s just begin."


    "Begin... begin what..." E started to ask but was cut off by his passionate kiss.


    "Hey, hey... we haven’t even taken a bath yet!" she protested.


    "There’s a double bathtub inside," Eric said with a grin as he scooped her up in his arms.


    In truth, he was trying to mask his unease, not wanting to rm E.


    Many years ago, while studying abroad, he had survived an assassination attempt, and that cold chill on his back had been the same feeling just before someone opened fire on him. Fortunately, he had reacted quickly, or he wouldn’t have made it out alive.


    Meanwhile, one of the bodyguards quietly called Mark for reinforcements, knowing it was already nighttime, and if Eric and E needed to leave, it would be just as dangerous. Eric’s earlier warning to "be cautious" had been a coded message, alerting them that someone might be watching their boss.


    The bodyguard also notified the head of security in the area to heighten their vignce.


    Inside the treehouse, the sound of running water mingled with the soft, calming music that floated through the air. The twinkling lights on the trees added a dreamy and magical touch to the scene.


    Above them, the night sky was filled with stars, and the moon was especially round and bright. Ey back in the bathtub, gazing up at the pearl-like moon through the skylight.


    The surrounding décor made the bathroom feel like it was nestled inside the trunk of a tree, providing an intimate connection with nature, which was both rxing and serene.


    The man beside her leaned in, gently kissing her face. "Tonight will be unforgettable," he whispered.


    E’s heartbeat quickened. The word "unforgettable" could describe countless nights with him, but tonight, those words carried a special weight.


    The sounds of insects chirping outside added to the atmosphere. But little did E know just how unforgettable this night would be—etched deeply into her memory, both in passion and in peril.


    After their shared intimacy, E waspletely spent, lyingzily in bed, while Eric put on a loose, somewhat conservative set of pajamas.


    "Why are you wearing pajamas tonight?" E blinked, noticing something unusual.


    Eric handed her a simrly modest set of sleepwear. "Put this on," he said quietly.


    E raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t like him—usually, he would only wear briefs, preferring to sleep without clothes, especially in the heat. Eric loved sleeping that way.


    Though puzzled, she picked up on the subtle tension in his actions. Recalling the things he had said to the bodyguards earlier, she silentlyplied and put on the pajamas.


    Eric sat beside her, propping a pillow behind his back. His fingers tenderly traced the curve of her lips.


    "What’s wrong? Are you still not satisfied?" E teased with a yful smile, kissing his fingers. "Thank you, hubby, for bringing me here."


    Given the remote location and Eric’s status—especially with the extraordinary experiences he’d been through—taking her here was not without risk.