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.

ask. But now, it involved

table. “Now what? ‘Frea’ is more important than

not what

to know is that I won’t hurt the person you like.” Jamie returned

and soberness replaced the

on the balcony before tossing the suit jacket he loathed onto his messy

it up and checked the

‘Newest Message’

he entered the password, a message popped out.

Moonblade. Boss asked me to seek your advice.

pondering for a moment, Jamie flipped the ash of his cigarette and replied

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 and the

Boss,

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

he stretched lazily before walking into

the stand steamer in the room to iron his jacket carefully.

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

the opportunity to ask

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

release Brisa. Even when the Callahan family pressured them,

for

on the dark web, there were never any missions that were out of line

only exception, but Brisa never

Inken took two days to find an explanation, but their

to be calm during her stay in the villa, but

I’ll quit the contest. Inken and I need to

horizon, painting the sky orange. The tide rose, and the waves repeatedly lapped against the shore and

small bucket as she walked on the

she picked up the seashells, all she

Pink Beach. Due to

and found a group of boys in their late teens

energy,” she lamented before walking away.

it far, she felt pain in her back. After she got hit by the volleyball, the