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

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

what I

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

coldness and soberness replaced the

balcony before tossing the suit jacket he loathed onto

phone buzzed, so he picked it up

‘Newest Message’

the password,

about Moonblade. Boss asked me to

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

Kaufmann family finds her, they won’t hesitate to hunt her down. Are you trying to declare war

came quickly. ‘I just asked Boss, and

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

in his pocket, he stretched lazily before walking into

the stand steamer in the room to

organizing committee’s last update. It seemed like they had

two days. She took the opportunity to ask about Brisa ast she

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

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

into Brisa’s missions for

the largest trading forum on the dark web, there were

only exception, but Brisa never accepted any mission

find an explanation, but

the villa, but she had

quit the contest. Inken and I need to find a way to

set at the horizon, painting the sky orange. The tide

she walked on the beach. It was already

the seashells, all she could think of was Brisa.

Due to the program,

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

energy,” she lamented before walking away.

her back. After she got hit