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.

want to ask. But now, it involved the Kaufmann

cup on the table. “Now what? ‘Frea’

not what I

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

entered the bedroom, coldness and

on the balcony before tossing the suit

it up

‘Newest Message’

the password, a message popped

forum has learned about Moonblade.

flipped the ash of his cigarette

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

quickly. ‘I just asked Boss, and Boss said it’s not

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

walking into the room to pick up his suit jacket from the bed.

stand steamer in the room to iron his jacket

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

the opportunity to ask about Brisa ast she

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

refused to release Brisa. Even when the Callahan family pressured them, they wouldn’t give an inch.

Brisa’s missions for The Green Flamation forum over the

Flamation forum was the largest trading forum on the dark web, there were never any missions that were

only exception, but Brisa never accepted any mission

Inken took two days to find an explanation, but their

calm during her stay in the villa, but

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

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

she walked on the beach. It

she picked up the seashells, all she could think

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

the distance and found a

energy,” she lamented

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