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.

it involved the Kaufmann family

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

what

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

he entered the bedroom, coldness and soberness replaced the

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

he picked it up and checked the notification.

‘Newest Message’

the password, a message popped out.

Moonblade.

the ash of

forum and Radley. If the Kaufmann family finds her, they won’t hesitate to hunt her down. Are you

asked Boss,

her face, we need

he stretched lazily before walking into the room to

the room to

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

took the opportunity to

more and

refused to release Brisa. Even

looked into Brisa’s missions for The Green Flamation forum over the

forum on the dark web, there were never any missions that were out of line under the Ink’s

was the only exception, but

Inken took two days to find an explanation,

her stay in the villa, but she

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

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

small bucket as she walked on the beach. It was

the seashells, all she could think

Due to the program, the

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

have so much energy,” she lamented

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