My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Edward held his phone tightly. His expression was surprisingly more conflicted than Freya’s when she was in the banquet hall earlier.

Jamie leaned back on the sofa and rested his arms on both sides. He fixed his gaze on his younger brother. “Edward, have you ever thought about fighting for yourself?”

“What do you mean?” Edward asked, confused.

“Freya.”

After a moment of silence, Edward tightened his grip on his phone as he answered, “Jamie, she sees me as a younger brother. I’m like a family to her.”

Being treated like her own brother, he felt so close yet so far from her.

He smiled bitterly. A hint of helplessness appeared on his handsome face. “Whenever Frea spends time with me, she’s relaxed, as though she doesn’t see me as a man.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Jamie sat taller. “What’s the point of keeping up the act? You should tell her your feelings.”

“I-I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Once Freya discovered his feelings for her, knowing her, she would definitely start to avoid him, just like what she did to that guy from the Hood family.

She was resolute and only hesitated when it came to Radley.

Jamie fell silent for a moment. “Edward, think carefully. It might be your only chance to tell her your feelings.”

Edward nodded. The whistling kettle in the kitchen interrupted them.

He got up and went into the kitchen. Later, he returned with a cup of ginger tea. “Jamie, something has been bothering me for a while.”

Jamie paused as if he knew what Edward was going to ask. “If you’re not sure whether you should ask or not, leave it be.”

“But, Jamie, how did you get seriously injured before? You have been changing jobs after Dad. and Mom passed away, but I always feel like those weren’t your real jobs.” Edward held Jamie’s gaze. “I didn’t want to pry, but now you’re working in the Kaufmann Group.”

And known by your colleagues as a gentle and charming special assistant. Edward completed the sentence in his mind.

He knew Jamie better than anyone else. Those aren’t the true him.

didn’t want to ask. But now, it involved the Kaufmann family and Freya,

the table. “Now what? ‘Frea’ is

what I

that I won’t hurt the person you

soon as he entered the bedroom, coldness and soberness

the suit jacket he

so he picked it up and checked

‘Newest Message’

he entered the password, a message popped

‘Strategist, The Green Flamation forum has learned about Moonblade.

flipped the ash of his cigarette and

by The Green Flamation forum and Radley. If the Kaufmann family finds her, they won’t hesitate to hunt her down. Are you trying to declare war against The Green Flamation forum, or the Monaghan family

just asked Boss, and

typed his reply. ‘Since they know her face, we need to give her a

the phone back in his pocket, he stretched lazily before walking into the room to pick up his suit jacket from the

stand steamer in the room to iron his

Hartterre, it had been two days since the organizing committee’s last update. It seemed like they

She took the opportunity to ask about Brisa ast

was rather optimistic. However, he became more and more serious about the matter

something in their investigation, so they refused to release Brisa. Even when the Callahan

Inken looked into Brisa’s missions for The Green Flamation forum over the

Green Flamation forum was the largest trading forum on the dark web, there were never any missions that were out of line under the Ink’s

but

days to find an explanation, but

her stay in the villa,

contest. Inken and I

the sun set at the horizon, painting the sky orange. The tide rose, and the waves repeatedly lapped against the

as she walked on

all

Beach. Due to the program,

the distance and found a group of boys in their late teens playing

she lamented before walking

far, she felt pain in her back. After she got hit by the volleyball, the boys immediately ran to her.