The Russian Billionaire's Secret Heir

Chapter 42

They spent the next few moments wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the reunion. Iris could feel the weight of the past week lift off her shoulders, replaced by the pure joy of being with her son.

She had missed these simple moments—just being together, sharing their lives.

After a few more hugs, Iris stood up, holding Inigo's hand. "How about we celebrate with a special dinner? Just you and me," she suggested, her heart full.

"Yes! Can we have Wagyu beef?" he asked eagerly, his eyes lighting up.

"Wagyu it is!" Iris replied with a grin, knowing it was his favorite. They moved into the kitchen together, laughter and chatter filling the space as they began to prepare for their cozy night in.

As they cooked, Iris felt grateful for the balance she was creating between her demanding career and the love of her son.

No matter how hectic her work life became, moments like this—filled with laughter, love, and connection—were what truly mattered.

And as the aroma of the beef filled the air, Iris knew that she was home, exactly where she belonged.

The next morning, Iris awoke feeling utterly exhausted. Her body ached from head to toe, a reminder of the whirlwind week she had just experienced.

As she slowly stretched out her limbs, a sharp pain shot through her muscles, making her wince. It was clear that her body was begging for some much-needed relief.

After completing her morning routine, she still felt the lingering discomfort, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to move without wincing.

Realizing she needed help, she reached for her phone but decided to call one of the maids instead.

Moments later, a gentle knock echoed from her door.

"Come in," Iris called out, her voice still soft and a bit raspy from sleep.

"Good morning, ma'am. How can I help you?" the maid asked as she stepped inside, her demeanor professional and attentive.

Iris took a deep breath, trying to muster a smile despite her discomfort. "Can you do me a favor? Could you please call a professional massage therapist and reserve an appointment for today? If possible, I'd like them to come to the house."

The maid nodded without hesitation. "Yes, ma'am. Right away. I'll call the spa and see what they can do. I'll let you know as soon as I have an appointment."

"Thank you so much," Iris replied, grateful for the help. The maid gave a respectful nod and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

Iris settled back against her pillows, trying to find a comfortable position. She closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment of peace.

The thought of a massage was soothing, and she envisioned the therapist easing the tension from her sore muscles.

As she waited, she took a deep breath and reminded herself that taking care of her body was just as important as her work.

With the chaos of the past week behind her, she needed to focus on rejuvenating herself so she could continue being the best version of herself for both her career and her son.

A few minutes later, she heard a soft knock at the door again. "Ma'am, I have the appointment," the maid said as she entered. "The therapist can come by this afternoon at three."

"Perfect! Thank you," Iris said, relief flooding through her. She could already feel the tension starting to melt away at the thought of that appointment.

"Is there anything else you need?" the maid asked, her tone warm and helpful.

"No, thank you," Iris replied.