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 Kaufmann family and Freya, so he had to find

the table. “Now what? ‘Frea’ is

not what

to know is that I won’t hurt the person

soon as he entered the bedroom, coldness and soberness replaced the intoxication in his

tossing the suit jacket he loathed onto

phone buzzed, so he picked it up and

‘Newest Message’

he entered the password, a message popped

The Green Flamation forum has learned about Moonblade. Boss asked me to

Jamie flipped the ash

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

Boss, and Boss said it’s not time yet!’

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

stretched lazily before walking into the room to pick up his suit jacket

steamer in the room

on Pink Beach in Hartterre, it had been two days since the organizing committee’s last

the past two days. She took the opportunity to ask

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

investigation, so they refused to release Brisa. Even when the

missions for The Green

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

the only exception, but Brisa never accepted any mission

days to find an explanation, but

the

contest. Inken and I need

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

on the

up the seashells, all she could think of

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

the other areas were still open to tourists. Freya looked into the distance and found a group

she lamented

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