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.

didn’t want to ask. But now, it involved the

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

not what I

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

the bedroom, coldness and soberness replaced the

cigarette on the balcony before tossing the suit jacket he loathed

he picked it up and checked the

‘Newest Message’

entered the password,

Moonblade. Boss asked me to seek your advice. Should

Jamie flipped the ash of his cigarette and

they won’t hesitate to hunt her down. Are you trying to declare

asked Boss, and Boss said it’s not time

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

pocket, he stretched lazily before walking into

steamer in the room to iron

been two days since the organizing committee’s last update. It seemed

the opportunity to ask about Brisa ast she continued her mission.

became more and more serious about the matter

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

and Inken looked into Brisa’s missions for The Green Flamation forum over the years.

there were never any missions that were out of line under the Ink’s supervision.

exception, but Brisa never

find an explanation, but their

to be calm during her stay in the villa, but she had made. up her

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

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

walked on the beach. It

seashells, all she could

kept walking until she reached the end of Pink Beach. Due

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

so much energy,” she

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