<h4>Chapter 479: Letters Keep Coming</h4>


    Next, everyone enjoyed their meal together, followed by cutting the cake. The private room was filled with joy andughter. The two little ones only managed to eat a small amount of frosting before losing interest, spitting out every other bite, their mischievousness on full disy!


    E finally gave up and stopped Mrs. Harris from trying to feed them.


    Amanda pulled E aside and whispered, "E, when are youing back to work at thepany?"


    E looked at her curiously. "Why? Elias and Dorian are still so little. How could I leave them?"


    E nned to return to work once the twins were three years old and could attend preschool.


    "I keep seeing Vivian at the office," Amanda said with obvious irritation. "Even though Mr. Nelson barely acknowledges her, she keeps begging him to give her a position."


    E pursed her lips, her eyes reflecting calm understanding. "I know about that. Eric mentioned it to me. He even asked if I thought it was fine to give Vivian a role. Personally... I don’t think he has any feelings for her, so it doesn’t really matter."


    Amanda quickly shook her head. "That’s where you’re wrong. Feelings between men and women can develop over time! How can you be so nonchnt? What if... Mr. Nelson identally falls for Vivian?"


    E burst outughing. "Do you think Mr. Nelson is the kind of man to be easily swayed? Even if he were to stray, it’d be with someone like you—or another woman—not Vivian! She spent years with him before and never won his heart. It’s not going to happen now."


    Amanda huffed, annoyed. "Don’t joke about me like that! I would never do such a thing! Besides, Brian and I are practically engaged, so don’t you dare spread rumors!"


    E blinked in surprise, her expression lighting up. She hadn’t expected their rtionship to progress so quickly.


    "E, you know there’s no rule against our artists dating or getting married, right?" Amanda looked a little nervous, knowing some contracts prohibited such things.


    "I don’t think the contract you signed has any such use, does it? And with your current poprity, even marriage wouldn’t hurt your career," E reassured her with a lightugh.


    Amanda sighed in relief.


    Just then, little Elias toddled over. "Mommy, hug!"


    E noticed his droopy eyes and quickly scooped him up.


    Not to be outdone, Dorian saw this and grew jealous. He ran over, tugging at E’s clothes. "Mommy... Mommy!"


    Eric crouched down and said, "Daddy will carry you and buy you some candy. How about that?"


    But Dorian, with tears welling up in his eyes, clung tightly to E’s clothes. "Mommy... hug! Mommy..."


    E sighed, feeling a headacheing on. Why did Dorian always get jealous the moment she picked up Elias?


    Lucas quickly pulled a small figurine from his pocket and held it out to Dorian. "Dorian, look at this little doll. It’ll y with you!"


    The teary-eyed boy paused, reaching out for the adorable toy.


    E shook her head, realizing that as the boys grew, they might fight even more. It was bound to be a headache-inducing issue.


    Eric picked Dorian up. "Let’s head home. The kids need to sleep."


    Everyone agreed. As E stepped out of the private room, a server approached her with an envelope. "Mrs. Nelson, a woman asked me to give this to you."


    E froze for a moment. Another mysterious letter?


    Eric quickly took the envelope, not wanting Lucas to worry. E nced at the server and asked, "Did the woman say anything specific?"


    The server shook his head. "No, she only asked me to deliver this to you."


    Eric turned to John and said, "Find out who that woman is immediately. Better yet, identify the person giving these letters to E."


    John quickly agreed, while Luke frowned. "What’s going on? It’s just a letter. Is it some kind of threat?"


    "No, it’s a love letter," E replied with a faint smile. The letter wasn’t threatening—it leaned more toward a love confession.


    Lucas burst intoughter upon hearing this. E’s charm had never faded. He’d even heard his subordinates speak of her with admiration, their eyes lighting up whenever her name was mentioned.


    That’s my daughter—mine and Isabe’s! he thought proudly.


    No matter the time, or even her marital status, E carried an endless allure.


    E’s nonchnt exnation put Lucas at ease. However, Eric felt nothing but frustration. The earlier letter had also felt like a love letter. Could this one be more of the same?


    When they got back to the car, Eric opened the letter and gave it a quick nce.


    Mrs. Harris held Dorian, while E sat in the backseat with her. From the rearview mirror, E caught a glimpse of Eric’s darkened expression but didn’t ask anything.


    The car ride was quiet. E gazed lovingly at Elias’s delicate face and nted a gentle kiss on his forehead.


    Her little prince stirred slightly at her touch, shifting his head uneasily before falling back asleep.


    E’s lips curved into a soft smile as she thought to herself, Elias, Dorian, no matter what happens, we will protect you.


    They were the embodiment of her and Eric’s love, the continuation of their lives. Just seeing them brought a flow of happiness and sweetness into her heart.


    ...


    When they arrived home, E tucked the boys in before quietly leaving the room, leaving Mrs. Moore and Mrs. Harris to keep watch over them.


    Back in her bedroom, she found Eric sitting outside on the balcony, smoking a cigarette.


    E frowned. Eric wasn’t a smoker, yet here he was, blowing out smoke into the cool night air.


    She walked over to him, her graceful silhouette mesmerizing under the soft light.


    "Why are you smoking?" E asked gently.


    Eric’s nted, phoenix-like eyes sparkled with a faint smile. "I just took one out without thinking. Thought I’d see what it tastes like."


    With that, he exhaled a delicate smoke ring, the misty tendrils curling around his strikingly handsome face, softening it with a faint tenderness.


    After a few puffs, Eric stubbed out the cigarette, noticing E’s displeased expression. He didn’t want to smoke in front of her.


    E sat down beside him, leaning into his side. The night breeze was chilly, and a few faint stars dotted the sky. Their dim glow could easily be mistaken for fleeting streaks of light.


    The faint scent of smoke clung to Eric’s coat, mingling with the perfume on E’s skin. She tilted her delicate face up toward him, her eyes filled with concern.


    "Was it the letter...?" she asked softly.


    Eric gestured toward the tea table nearby. "Take a look."


    E quickly picked it up. The envelope had already been opened by Eric. When she unfolded the letter, she saw, once again, just a few short lines.