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.

ask. But now, it involved the Kaufmann

the cup on the table. “Now what? ‘Frea’ is more important than Jamie?”

not what I meant-

is that I won’t hurt the person

and soberness replaced the

balcony before tossing the suit jacket

he picked it

‘Newest Message’

he entered the password,

about Moonblade. Boss asked me to seek your advice. Should

flipped the ash of his cigarette and

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

‘I just asked Boss, and

her face, we need to

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

the room to iron

the organizing committee’s last update. It seemed like they

been busy over the past two days. She took the opportunity to ask about Brisa ast she continued her mission.

became more and more

they refused to release Brisa. Even when

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

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

was the only exception, but Brisa never accepted any mission from

two days to find

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

still no news tomorrow, I’ll quit the contest. Inken and I need to find a way

sun set at the horizon, painting the sky orange. The tide

bucket as she walked on the beach. It was already full

she picked up the seashells, all she could

Pink Beach. Due to

tourists. Freya looked into the distance and found

so much energy,” she lamented before

back. After she got hit by the volleyball, the boys immediately ran