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.

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

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

not what I meant-

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

and soberness replaced the intoxication in his

a cigarette on the balcony before tossing the suit jacket he loathed onto

it up and

‘Newest Message’

entered the password,

forum has learned about Moonblade. Boss asked me to seek your advice. Should

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

hunt her down. Are you trying to declare war against The Green Flamation forum, or

Boss, and

‘Since they know her face, we need to give her a new one!

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

in the room to

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

the past two days. She took the opportunity to ask about Brisa

more and more serious about

investigation, so they refused to release

missions for

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

only exception, but Brisa never accepted any mission from

two days to find an explanation, but

the villa, but she had made. up her mind.

I’ll quit the contest. Inken and I

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

walked on the beach. It was already full of seashells.

seashells, all she could think of was Brisa.

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

the other areas were still open to tourists. Freya looked into the distance and found a group of boys in their late teens playing volleyball by

much energy,” she lamented

it far, she felt pain in her back. After she