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.

to ask. But now, it involved the Kaufmann family and Freya, so he

the table. “Now what? ‘Frea’ is more

not what I

hurt the person you like.” Jamie returned to his room after the statement.

he entered the bedroom, coldness and soberness replaced the intoxication in his eyes.

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

phone buzzed, so he picked it up and checked the notification.

‘Newest Message’

he entered the password,

has learned about Moonblade. Boss asked me to seek your

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

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

‘I just asked Boss, and

reply. ‘Since they know her face, we need

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

the room to

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

two days. She took the opportunity to ask about Brisa ast she continued her

more and more serious about the

investigation, so they refused to release Brisa. Even

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

was the largest trading forum on the dark web, there were never any missions that were out of line under

exception, but Brisa never accepted any mission from that.

Inken took two days to find

appeared to be calm during her stay in the villa, but she had

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

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

small bucket as she walked on

seashells, all she could think of

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

into the distance and found a group of boys in

have so much energy,” she lamented before

she felt pain in her back. After she