The Genius Ex-Wife’s Revenge Portfolio novel Chapter 163

“The herbal tonic recipe you left for Grandma is missing,” David said.

So that was it.

Ella grabbed a pen right away. “Just a sec. I’ll write it down for you now.”

She bent over the table and started scribbling on a piece of paper.

As she leaned forward, the neckline of her white tank top dipped, showing off the soft, full curve of her chest. The gentle rise and fall was impossible to ignore.

David felt his throat tighten. He knew Ella had a good figure, but it wasn’t just that. Her waist was so slim, almost delicate, but her curves above were round and generous. It was the kind of body that could drive any man crazy, and she was just born with it.

“Ella,” he said, his voice rough and low.

She looked up, puzzled. “What is it?”

She really didn’t have a clue. Her eyes were clear and bright, full of innocence.

That look could light a fire in any man. David swallowed hard. “Just snap a picture and send it to me when you’re done.”

Ella suddenly remembered. Of course, a big-shot CEO like him must be swamped. He didn’t have time to wait for her.

She nodded. “Okay, I’ll let you go then. You must be busy.”

She reached to end the video call.

David stayed quiet.

Right then, Lilly rushed in from outside. “Ella, hurry, vanilla ice cream!”

Lilly already had a cone in her hand and held out another for Ella.

The ice cream was starting to melt, so Ella quickly grabbed it.

“It’s melting, Ella, quick, lick it before it drips. I just got these from the shop. So sweet.”

Ella’s long lashes fluttered at Lilly’s words. She glanced over at David.

He’d been watching her the whole time.

At first, she hadn’t noticed anything strange about the way he looked at her, but now she did.

He was watching her eat the ice cream.

His eyes were dark and intense, with something hot and stormy in them.

Ella had seen him like this before, when he was turned on. Most of the time, he seemed untouchable, mature, the kind of guy who was out of everyone’s league. Just thinking about him in that way almost felt wrong.

But Ella knew what he was like at night, when he let his guard down. He could be fierce. A man his age had needs, and he wanted her to satisfy them.

She’d seen that side of him.

Her hair was up in a messy bun, her face delicate and small, just about the size of her palm. A flush crept over her cheeks, heat rising. She held her ice cream with both hands and, after a moment’s hesitation, offered it toward the camera. Her voice was soft and unsure. “Do you… want some?”