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.

now, it involved the Kaufmann family and Freya, so he had to find out.

placed the cup on the table. “Now what? ‘Frea’ is more

not what

that I won’t hurt the person you

bedroom, coldness and soberness replaced the intoxication in his

balcony before tossing the suit jacket he loathed onto his messy

buzzed, so he picked it up and

‘Newest Message’

password, a message

about Moonblade. Boss asked me to

pondering for a moment, Jamie flipped the ash

family finds her, they won’t hesitate to hunt her down. Are you trying to declare war against The Green Flamation forum, or

‘I just asked Boss, and Boss said

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

pocket, he stretched lazily before walking into the room to pick up

stand steamer in the room to iron his jacket carefully.

Pink Beach in Hartterre, it had been two days since the organizing committee’s last update. It seemed like they had left room for the production team.

had been busy over the past two days. She took the opportunity to ask about

first, Inken was rather optimistic. However, he became more and

refused to release Brisa. Even when

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was the largest trading forum on the dark web, there were never

exception, but Brisa never

Inken took two days to find an explanation,

appeared to be calm during her stay in the villa, but she had made. up her mind.

contest. Inken and I need to find a way to rescue

the sun set at the horizon, painting the sky orange. The tide rose, and

as she walked on the beach. It was already full

up the seashells, all she could think of was Brisa.

the end of Pink Beach. Due to the program, the production team had reserved the Pink Beach.

open to tourists. Freya looked into the distance and found a

so much energy,” she lamented before

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