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.

to ask. But now, it involved

“Now what? ‘Frea’ is more important than

what I

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

entered the bedroom, coldness and

before tossing the suit jacket

buzzed, so he picked it up

‘Newest Message’

entered the password,

learned about Moonblade. Boss asked me to

pondering for a moment, Jamie flipped the ash of his

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

‘I just asked Boss,

her face, we need

the phone back in his pocket, he stretched lazily before walking into the

the room to iron his jacket

committee’s last update. It seemed like they had left room

been busy over the past two days. She took the

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

missions for

there were never any missions that were out of

only exception, but

two days to find an

during her stay in the

there’s still no news tomorrow, I’ll quit the contest. Inken

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

walked on

the seashells, all

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

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

have so much energy,” she

back. After she got